stood by the door Dirt and ash upon the floor A tired look of run down On the dread I heard the happiest of sound   If you want to come with me I will be right along first I need a melody To go with my song       Once there was dreamer He dreamt pretty dreams From the hole in the ground We still hear him scream Black as coal he is And the wash of paint On our souls He gives   Never an answer only a play In the dark of night he paints Her blues away A perfect rendition of Life above sound As the death of love Comes tumbling down   Oh I saw the blond running everywhere The grip of light sparkles in her hair And I cry out loudly But she can bear The lonely here   In quiet of dark hole The colors explode from his soul And the colors of light Lead me home   Poem or painting Which do we need One is the wisdom The other just a seed   For if you are blind You can still see In the dark of lonely Come the prettiest dreams