He wanted to be the greatest painter
He worked hard stretching his pale canvases
Past limits of never ending and then …
He was touched by an Angel, who advised
“Paint all of your dear subjects with sunlight.”
She vanished before he could ask her how.
Before he understood, he had palette
Brush and a feverish hand in motion ...
She came into view as he remembered her.
He looked away not wishing to go blind.
He could never get close to sign his name.
No one would ever know who painted her …
That he was the greatest painter of all.
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