BEAUTY & LIGHT (A Poem)

I saw your words

And the stains

turned into fine art 

I heard your voice 

And the noise turned into music

I saw your face 

And the sun began to shine

In your eyes and mine

I held your hand 

and the warmth of the world 

flowed like molten lava

outwards and into my waters

they formed the ground 

in which we now stand

So come to me... 

and give me your hand 

As we paint a new sky 

With the beauty and light 

Called

You and I

(For Shawn and & PJK)

December 23, 2011~5:08 AM

Photo by Shawn Hart