The Painter

He looked at the world
And painted what he saw
The shapes and colors different from my view
So clear and defined they must be real
But I never saw them.
Was it pain or beauty in the etching
Vibrate, violent and violet and blue?
I have never seen a scene
A cliff or sky so real in fantasy
His world more real than my own
His views more honest than the truths of my soul
How beautiful how sad
May it burn forever.