Once more art has struck me down.
The picture appeared before me
And I stopped,
My life stopped and I was drawn in,
Drawn into the world of the artist.
I looked into the picture,
The longer I looked
The further my mind became part,
Part of the wonder,
The wonder of the art.
I left my real world and I walked,
Walked into that dream,
That dream created,
Created by the artist,
That creation became my dream,
My dream of beauty, peace and wonder.