Will you paint?

Will you paint me places not yet been
and unseen colour, exploding stars?
My half-dreams of unending space
roaming across a lonely bliss
that emptiness endures.

Will you paint what's beyond me when eyelids close and pulse
against a welded door that raging flares cannot breach?
Will you show me the things I may never reach
and think of me

as I sail my ship across the darkened dead of fear;
on a far flung planet where a day at a time,
is longer than a year?