In my hands now Before me a canvas Wide as I can see I could not have foreseen As the curator I must explore Discover beauty Beyond life and death Still unanswered questions Remain like still water She vanished into vapor In time I'll know I take flight Soak in violet rays Bathe in sky waterfalls A brushstroke, realized fantasy As an observer There's a lack of whimsy As beautiful as it is There lies a melancholy Toads! Sprites! I'll paint with this hand Rabbits! Mice! Summonings from a pouch of sand Spice of life In this dream Spice of life In this dream Never ending Only creating Colors flowing, disperse As nebulous as thought And feeling in bursts Like lightning striking Conjuration's a jolt As I frolic sky and land In my hands now Before me a canvas Wide as I can see To be filled with the most beautiful summonings The most beautiful dream