A Post-It Note for the Future

High atop an easil

Awaiting inspiration.

Gazing abroad, surveying.

Searching for this hidden beauty

Always searching, always.

Beyond colours, and shapes

To identify a blind breeze

A moment frozen in time, captured forever

Never to be repeated,

And now always gazed upon, remembered.

Much is revealed, yet too many excluded.

Great artists, always paint and write

About that, which they can not have

About that, which they can never experience,

So that others may.