A Wooden Box Easel

Chocolate dew and melted rain.

Putting all these illusions into a frame.

Art that spoke to you.

painting and then stamping your name.

They call it science but it would not be fair game.

You are an artist that is your name.

With spells that bring out color in awkward directions.

A masterpiece never before agreed with too much affection.

The box creates life and in your hands existence.

Without changing distance a dance with Dreamland ignition.