Evening Dream

Sitting on the rocky beach
looking out as far my eyes could reach
mesmerized by the colorful mystery
I feel small and tiny

An artist if I could be
would express what I see
in the play of colors
on a big blank canvas

With artistic touch
I would sweep lovely strokes
as nature greets
and my heart speaks

But I have not a touch of artistry
finesse is beyond me
the marvel of colors
would lose in my inability

I am just ordinary
like most, a dreamer
all I do is stare deep into the horizon
till all colors are gone.