Strokes.

I am lost in your colors, your strokes and your story. And maybe I can stay here in the oneness and complex simplicity of your imageless image. A man is lying with beauty protecting her and all the while, staring at the sleepy sky. The heavens are eternally silent. No matter how long he sits there, they won’t speak to him. Like you said they would. He is remembering when they first met, how he saw her and thought, ‘Oh so that’s what beauty is.’ She tilts her head towards his chest but she is frozen. Stuck forever. Eternally in the midst of almost embracing. Caught up in a need for touch. In that moment of before. It is the most alive something still can be. An artist flicked his brush and created two lovers who had never lived in any world. But at least in paint, they can dream.

~ by carik on March 6, 2008.