Over thirty years ago I saw it,
I still remember it,
Remember it in my mind’s eye.
The room was filled with art,
Art and sculpture of all types.
It was a degree show,
Showing the works
Of the students
Those who achieved degrees.
Our daughters work was there,
That piece that now dominates,
Dominates our lounge,
Amongst her other works.
I walked round the show
Looking at all,
Looking at all with my untrained eye,
That has now been trained
Into an appreciation of art,
Art of so many differing types.
But this piece stuck with me.
As I walked round it hit me,
I just stopped and looked,
Looked and was drawn in,
Into the mind of the artist.
It was a drawing,
A drawing in charcoal.
An alley was shown,
The sides were solid wooden fences,
The path went on,
Went on to a corner,
A corner turning left.
For over thirty years
That drawing has pulled at me,
Pulled at me in my mind.
All I want to know
Is what is around that corner.
I will never know,
But in my imagination I dream,
I dream that paradise is there,
And that is where I am going,
Where I am going to be,
For eternity.