I saw a canvas in a dream 
It was coloured with an expreesive stream 
Of flaming novas and comet's gleam 
From an unknown place 
Merged inside a golden frame 
There were mystic sky-scapes aflame 
Heading for stellar fame 
In the hole of space 
I held a brush in my hand 
It glittered like a wizards wand 
I stroke the shining canvas abd 
The images came to life 
Another stroke, another flare 
My soul was spellbound by the glare 
I was given pictures from a secret lair 
In nuances rife 
I'm painting without colours 
Instead I'm using the flare of stars 
and the imagery 
becomes fiery 
Brighter then the glow of mars 
I'm painting without colours 
Instead I'm using the flare of stars 
Covering my inner wounds and scars 
I keep a mystery, in my gallery 
A thousand paintings made of stars