I may not be DiVinci
or Michelangelo.
But there are dimensions
of me that you do not know.

I have everything that you have
,a heart, and soul.
My desires float to the sky like
bright embers in a fire.
My dreams dreams are the same as yours.
When I'm ill my body needs the same cures.

So, I was not the one who painted the
Sistine chapel.
But, I could reveal dark and light mingling
on an apple.
And though you may have visions of Italy
dancing in your head, you might find my
home land more intriguing and come here instead.

Take in the fragrance of tulips.
Feel the breeze of a windmill kissing your cheek.
Walk across a bridge which is a masterpiece.

Everyone dreams of going to Italy and shaking Divinci's
hand. But there are detours and the art and artists
are just as grand in my home land.

Though I have long been gone from this life,
I have left a little light in some selective
peoples eyes.
They aren't the ones on earth that are readily recognized.
So, Take a closer look and you might be surprised.
Don't be so quick to dismiss or criticize.
I am Rembrandt and I live on in the hearts and minds
of those who are forgotten and left behind.