Down the Sun-Lit Lane

With adoration he stares down the shining highway
pausing to gather the innocent sun.
It dances along the fingertips of his heavy hands.

He lifts it to his easel and returns it to the day,
blending its splendor carefully with the clouds.
Its brilliance mingles with his soul.

He creates the merry star on its way
across the vast expanse of the sky.
Its journey can be seen in the blue of his eye.

In its final place the light will stay
splattered over his palms and on the back of some priceless page.
The shine in his sight still remains