If I could have just one wish granted
One prayer heard and answered
It would be let me hold him one more forever
Before he grows one day older
Just let me hold him one more time before the days turn to weeks to months to years
Before he turns 8 then 9...12, 13... 16... 18... 21... 25... starting a family of his own
Let me hold him one more forever while watching movies on the couch snuggled warm comfy cozy
Let me hold him one more time after school see him smile as he runs and jumps up into my arms
Let him tell me one more **** joke give me one more obnoxious burp tell me who's knock knocking at my door
Let me hold him while I listen to him laugh and snicker and giggle
Let me hold him one more forever
Before he grows one day older
And then as he turns 8 and 9... 12... 13...
And the days turn to weeks to months to years
Let me hold him in my heart until forever turns to dust and time has found its end
And when we find forevers end and time no longer moves
Let me hold him even tighter and never let him go

Why art?  I don't know...
Why gaze at the stars
Why sit alone and forget to feel lonely
Why love without needing anything in return
Why breathe
Why exist
Why art?
The why isn't important
What is important is if you're going to do art
Any kind of art
Whether its painting, writing, dancing, music, sculpting, acting, illustrating...
Is to give yourself to your work
Fall into  the middle of the madness
Drink in all its sorrow
Swim in the infintie possibility
Love the beautiful pain of it all
And then do it again
And again
And...

Do we dare dream to fall?, to fly... to go crashing through the bedroom door
Where we tumble and roll and slowly lose all of our clothes
Lost under the sheets we ride shooting stars
Circle the sun in the blink of an eye
Catch a glimpse of eternity inbetween the beat of our hearts
Do we dare turn the page and find ourselves living a storybook life
Hopes and wishes blooming like flowers all night and all day
And when we read between the lines we find a love so perfect it's almost cliche
If we dare to sneak a glimpse and skip to the last page
Would it be a black and white classic of two aged hands holding a heart that still beats wildly and madly and impossibly in love
Dare we..

A simple life full of simple things
Is worth more than all the crowns
Of all the kings