Visionary

The canvas sits ready
Its meaning is heavy
Its easel is steady  
 
Here comes the blind painter
Envoker, creator
Arts personal savior
 
Slow and unrushed
He wettens his brush
And dips in the blush
 
Strokes of his hue
All seem so new
As if right on queue
 
He streaks and he dashes
He dots and he lashes
His paintbrush, it dances  
 
He dips in his colors
Drawing his wonders
Like a rainbow of lovers
 
There's everything that he's mentioned
In random precision
It sings if you listen
 
Such a mighty display
Of such warming ways
And it ends in his name
 
He steps back with such glee
Finished masterpiece
Critics bow before he
"He's a visionary!"
He's shared his feeling
And it's come out so sweet
As we witness a dream
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That he's unable to see