In a room filled with light
I would find my art
In the murmurings
Of my feelings
Introspect and widening.

I would take the time, and with it
Fashion a beautiful gift, spin the light
To fabricate a tapestry of seeing, in which I
Might gaze and find things as yet
Unformed in my understanding.

There would be so much light
And so much time. And my looking
Would both absorb and bring forth
The art of my living. I would live to the
Fullest I could live, happy in the dream
Of ever finding.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.