If I could make someone smile with a stroke of my brush, I'd be

Catapulting

Floating

Soaring

Through the gloaming sky

Because even when the sun's not there, my sky will shine

Like the eyes of David when he drank wine

Like the girl with the pearl earing who always looks so fine

If I could form cheerios with mouths of men just because my picture made them feel, I'd be 

Ripping

Bursting

Exploding

Because even when I'm not near them, I'll be touching them

Like God creating Adam

Like the almost palpable stars in the blue starry, starry night