Shall I not then collect words,
to paint colorful sketches of you,
to capture the moments we cannot otherwise retain
through scenes posing life and death?

Brushstroke of words,
sketches and etched memories in vibrant hues
Moments are thereby suspended
in the delicate balance of existence.

For in these words
and sketches, we reside.
Life's vibrant colors on the canvas of time,
In the contiguity of fleeting moments,
I find the art of holding you close.