Re visited once again as always by
Those paint fairies during the night~
Landscapes , seascapes , Still life as well
Abstracts transformed so right~
One paints a painting and thus left to dry
To sit as done and to wait for~
Those little paint fairies to appear over night
And turn it into something one can adore~
With any gift of talent and ability
Like myself most paint to ease a mind~
And over night they visit once again
And turn it into something so sublime~
A total transformation it appears
By birth of morning light~
Doing as they can only do
Before the sunshine glows so bright~
I often stand back in total amazement
And gaze so at what they have done~
In total surprise and not believing
At what they have had me feel I've won~
Magical wands of excellence
They simply come and do their thing~
Leaving paintings of different standards
As sublime ,magical beauty that now dances and sings~
The vision jumps out saying look at me now
And all the while one knows~
That there was no way they could have had it this way
As the thrill and pleasure grows~
Painters from back in all the ages
Could tell of transformations such as this~
Due to the painting fairies visiting
And leaving paintings as majestic brilliant bliss~
What they can do to a canvas drying
With a momentary spell~
And a wave of a faeries magic wand
Leaves a piece that so many would be glad to tell~
It's a small pleasure of life that happens
That I take no credit for~
When those little painting fairies
Turn a painting into something one can adore~