On Caillebotte's Paintings

When you dream it comes to steam that your night of beam mean nothing except gleaming
And you do not wish it so
Then your friend on the stool stares down the water

Your own singing melody shatters your own misery when you believe in she not doing right or wrong
But only what's best for you to know
And that's when you accept that tonight the light of night is for now your father

Your friend realize the end of the night lended to you is soon to be spent
And you tend to lose your faith
In that state of mind you wait for your bait on the boat

But don't let sighing give you into whining about the shining light soon fading
It can concur your mind
Instead see what you might find when you kindly sit there floating

Though the soul of tomorrow isn't here it's clear you may still be feared by what's waiting in that hole
To fill it with your sorrow or your coal
That frightens your within, raging shouting

In the morning you will end your inner scorning for today isn't enough anyway
And you will see me again
Your partner in the night and your friend