Standing perfectly still

Steve's secret castle, standing perfectly still
Poised for the artist, who understands the thrill
To capture the image, so hard and cold
With a million soft brush strokes, it's heart you hold

The artist's image formed, within a trained eye
Is available to all, should they wish to try
To perceive the fantasy, from these cold facts
To add your colour, so there is nothing it lacks

To portray an image, formed with expanded imagination
If others refuse to see, it is their frustration
To understand the romance, colour and magical sight
Will expand your soul, to a fantastic height.

Take not the cold visual, as a truth indeed
Search out the beauty, for your heart has a need
Of expanded vision, feel and physical touch
Will free your spirit, as you absorb so much

There is no limit, to the beauty to be found
With expanded horizons, there is so much around
Abundant beauty, around each corner to see
Is so obvious on this day, that you spend with me