Truth be told, im nearing wits end
Beyond repair and scattered.
I know what the cause,
But yet i ponder the matter.

To see such beauty...such grace
These moldings of papers and pen,
Fleeting beyond my grasp it seems,
As these visions appear and resend.

For no matter the watch,
No matter the note or fav.
Out there, is still one more,
Awaiting my eyes that glaze.

I jump into profiles,
Into galleries and more,
And seek out the artists,
Who's touch i adore.

There is only so much,
Just moments it seems,
that leave me to question,
On if its a dream.

So to all i stand, Humbled yet proud,
Honoring fellow artists with a solemn bow.