Sallow sun, 
moist to touch like dew,
smeared above a lake works fine.

Mixed with intent, so loving,
I swirl, dab and  paint
dull and brilliant
a world with dye.

Each precious brush stroke,
stroking, tunes in clearer
ever finer

   …the gift.

For nobody would know it,
(as it's realized)

this slice of landscape scene,
pictured in our mind,
contains the whole
land, sea, and sky,
revealing like a ship 
sailing toward the edge, at night.

And then I summon ecstatic swans, 
mingling,
over mirror lake of frozen glass
to set them free forever.