A single stroke of faded grey,
across the borders of the mind,
the colors softly bleed away,
and leave the shadows far behind.

The silent canvas learns to wait,
for lines that we will never trace,
we stand before an open gate,
lost in a cold and endless space.

Yet in the blank and empty white,
where every form is stripped and bare,
a sudden spark of blinding light,
reveals your image standing there.