A daydreamer's muse.

One morning he wakes up and sees a Picture, the most sublime one can see..
A Room, there's a Window, But, of which the outline couldn't be seen,
as bright, golden Sun-rays from the heavens were pouring in...
Beside the Window stood an easel, With a canvas holding...
The Canvas adorned the most beautiful of paintings.
A Woman stood next to the easel, her burgundy hair tied behind,
She donned a White shirt with the sleeves folded up her hands,
the Shirt was colored carelessly with pastel stains,
and Bluest of Blue were her Denims that day...
One hand held a palette another held a Brush, she was looking
back somewhere, her thoughts had a musical touch...
Her face, her hands were Glowing such, one wondered whether she
had just received an Angels touch.
And so he couldn't help...But, thank god so much,
for this divine, early morning daydream.