Pencil whispers on the page so white
Drawing secrets in the soft lamplight
Creating worlds inside my head
Thoughts unsaid, dreams instead
In my sketchbook, like a gentle dream
Floating freely, it would seem
Colors blending, soft and low
Letting the quiet evening flow
Clouds I paint to rest my weary soul
Counting stars to make me feel whole
A little window to a view
Something peaceful, something new
In my sketchbook, like a gentle dream
Floating freely, it would seem
Colors blending, soft and low
Letting the quiet evening flow
Lines and colors fill the space
Telling stories at my own pace
A world I made, just for me
Like a dream... soft and free...
Quietly...