Where the Artist Once Stood
Let me stand where the artist once stood,
And see through this mist in my eyes
What the artist once saw, though the paint is now cracked;
Where the artist once stood.
Let me breathe where the poet once breathed
That same air, which she painted with words,
In a swirl, never static, now swirling no more;
Where the poet once breathed.
Let me sit where the tunesmith once sat,
Chiseling song from the faces gone by.
Bring back all those faces that truth may return;
Where the tunesmith once sat.
Let me kneel where the gardener kneeled,
Inhale that aroma of roses in bloom,
Caressing their petals as soft as her face;
Where the gardener kneeled.
Let me walk where my lover once walked,
And know beyond doubt’s reckless grief,
Though abridged were her days, I may find love again;
Where my lover once walked,
Where my lover once walked.
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