Canvas of the Night

[elliottsmith]

Canvas of the night,
journey of the wise.
Lover of the arts in spite
of the moons symbolic rise.
Leave conscious thought behind
weave hidden creativity.
Visions of a world designed
by the soul’s proclivity.

Embrace the demons stuck below
desperate to escape.
Think thoughts you’ll never show;
inside yourself it’s safe.
Journey to the golden shores
the land of childish wonder.
There’s hidden knowledge through the doors,
the most glorious of plunders.

Entrench yourself within the night,
perform the dreamers coup.
Infinite control and might;
a god without the pews.
Riders on the ancient storm
get behind the wheel.
Construct the perfect art form
attack the night with zeal.


This poem isn't finished yet, I'm going to add one more stanza. I'd like to get some opinions on it right now though.