Artists.

Harnessed by the worlds that part us,

We are,

Roaming in the wilderness,

Of faint lines;

Light beams that colour,

An unfathomable love,

A piece of restful art,

Coloured by time,

And patient hearts.

We are left artists,

For the universe to discover,

We tread different roads,

That bring us back to each other.

Falling gently,

A little back behind,

The night dims the canvas,

Hidden in your eyes,

Close them, dear,

The new day shall rise,

The morning sun,

For the world shines,

A graceful leap towards,

A direction of faith,

And it will be alright.

In this distance,

Our art is rewritten,

Photographed and edited,

Sung and performed,

Melodies echoing.

Perhaps we need lone times,

To strive towards,

This wonderful masterpiece.

The distance leaves a question,

Do we need to keep perfecting?

Alas, it’s just us,

The artists this love made us become.