I will now step over the soft velvet rope of hope 
And my dreams to come true ; 
I walk directly into this massive Hudson River 
painting and pick my way along the Palisades 
with a stick I snapped off a dead tree. 
My poor heart is ready to paint thee who loved me 
Some time ago when love had made dreams . 
I will skirt the smoky, nestled towns with what 
I can see , My eyes our out looking on the beauty 
Of the streets and the beauty of love what I once known of , 
I will pain and pain to make this dream come true , 
Iwill seek the path were lovers go to make dreams there own  
I will pain the look of love that are in their eyes ; 
I become lost, without hope of ever finding the way back 
To the museum of dreams . 
I will stand on the bluffs in nineteenth-century clothes, 
I will stand so very bold with so much control ; 
I dwarf among rock, hills, and flowing water, 
Just to see what my eye's would see , 
If it was love that I found I will paint it a hundred time  
With passion and so much love to give in the colors I put 
In my paintings for the world to see what I see ,   
I love to feel the brush stroke on my head, 
It feels like silk in a loves land , 
I will hide in the green covers of forests 
And revile the lovers that walk among it , 
Holding hands and wearing wedding bands , 
Walking in love like heaven above gave them their hopes 
And dreams what true love can be , 
leaning over the soft velvet rope, 
I give out my love and my dreams to the eyes that see what I see 
From my eyes to the color paints to what the drawing I bring to the, 
I will spot my tiny figure moving in the stillness 
and cry out, pointing for the others to see, 
Oh the love of my hand can show many dreams from what I see , 
where there is no vaulting landscape to explore, 
none of this birdsong that halts me in my tracks, 
and no wide curving of this river that draws with a lovers path , 
my steps toward the misty vanishing point. 
Is were I gave my heart for all the world to see how much love  
Is with in me , all my hopes and dreams of love I put down in  
Colors and paint for all eyes to see . 

Poetic Lilly Emery (c)