What Can Be

In another time I could have been a dancer

Dancing to the rhythm of my soul

Or perhaps an actor playing out the scenes

Of the crazy stories I have told

I could have been a singer

On stage with a thousand lights at my feet

Or an artist moving heart and soul

With a Delacroix’s heated beat

Yet hidden underneath this canvas

You’ll find familiar places

Held in secret

Smiling faces

They are all like rhymes to me

Not to be seen or sung

Simply just to be

Discovered undercover

Understood and undone

The artist’s mind creates these things

Through time they hold the mystery

Of what can be to fix your vision

On what you want

for your illusion

Or simple yet

An easier bet

To live this life without regret

 

© Sandy Hibbard

Photo of Picasso’s Femmes-Dalger