Magritte

I forgotten how often we saw Magritte

He's been much on my mind these days

Often we saw Magritte

Inside a canvas of blue saturated with beauty

In a web of glass

Pinned to the edges of vision

There's a car-horn in the street outside

And a museum with its windows open

Often we saw Magritte

Running with the legends of conspicuous men

And how often we forgot Magritte

How we remembered him then

And worshipped at his feet

Pinned to the edges of vision

Somebody's coming that hates us

Better watch the art

Upstairs there's a canvas stretched

For umbrellas and bowler hats

Everybody knows Rene did that

Often we saw Magritte

Pinned to the edges of vision

Often we saw Magritte

We all know Rene did that

Often we saw Magritte