A Canvas Blank

Indeed with my own eyes, or maybe justIn dreams that surely like the nail will rustI saw a glimpse of all that might and willBe waiting for me patiently and stillWhere sunlight falls in unison with timeAs sleep evokes indulgence in its prime

And I awake from some design of sleepWith countless visions I shall try to keepYet in the solitude of day I findA single glimpse still occupies my mindOf living beyond all predestined pathsAnd planning not for fallen aftermathsWith but a single map to guide my wayA canvas blank on both sides of the day