Blank Canvas

Dreams are the imagination's delight
They are the food of the starving soul
Captivating. Horrifying. Delicious.
Dreams are the satisfaction to the inward mind's craving

Like a tantilizing painting on a once blank canvas,
dreams draw every sense to the wonder of such an art
but sometimes this art can be
too horrifying. too abstract. too painful to stare at

Like when this art creates a couragous heroin out of a girl,
saving a child from a frozen watery grave,
but sinking down into the dark icey water,
perishing in the midst of a hauntingly silent sea

this art usually didn't let people die
but it was as clear as the night was dark
this girl, the creator of this particular painting, was dying
sinking slowly with her white ice skates still secure on her feet

she held her breath and silently screamed to the boy to save her
But she was gone before she even had the chance to wake up
How was she going to live the next day with such
a tale of dying in her recent past?

This knowledge pierced her mind
How could such a beautiful delight create such terror?
Normally it created joy out of the
sawdust of wishes and imaginations

but it creates tears as well as laughs and every kind of human emotion
This art turns the world upside down
It makes nerves and bones jump right out of place
leaving racing hearts and sweaty palms

But she will still thrive in her dreams
she will devour the art found inside her mind
and maybe next time she will use different colors
to paint her once blank canvas