sharing desirable thoughts of mystery.
Lost in search of source,
then found in each other's minds.
I love playing here,
and off your words,
off the grid of the everyday,
my new-child-game of old.
We communicate through art,
it’s our own sign language.
Just another smell of familiar
while painting scenes we've shared,
reflected in each other's eyes.
Forever losing ourselves in company
with a dedication to different,
now our rehabilitation,
toward making a
difference.
