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So I dreamt of Michelangelo,
There were feathers in my shoes.
Still the planets flew in orbit,
Around the sun we'd one day loose.
Do I feel closer to a God I've never met?
All my innocence and aspirations,
The world will soon forget.
Oh I know,
That I am so very small.
Feeling so insignificant and inferior,
As I lay below them all.
I dreamt I was an artist,
Yet I painted my world with words.
Was anybody listening?
Is anybody there?
We are alone, and we are free,
Amidst the universe,
But Michelangelo reached out his hand,
And the angels began to disperse.
And I know,
That words can touch the soul.
As long as I spread my wings,
And struggle not to fall.
- Title: Michelangelo
- Artist: Sunafire
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Description:
This is a sort of, reply as it were to Counting Crows song "When I Dream Of Michelangelo" to show how it made me think. If you read it you should understand.
Comments and Criticism appreciated :) - Date: 05/23/2009
- Tags: michelangelo angels artist poet insignificant
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Panic Pirate - 05/23/2009
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That's stunning. It reminds me of really bright blue skies when you have perfectly crafted clouds floating in the sky like they've been painted there (I call them Michelangelo clouds razz ) and it really captures how we strive to be recognised as artists yet we know we can't compare to masters like him.
I love it, brilliantly written - Report As Spam