I’m slowly building a world from the images of you in my dreams.

Air composed of music, so I can continually breathe your sound. ***** hands and knees from planting trees amid your footprints on the ground. For wherever you walk, growing beauty is left behind. You are the purest form of artist I have ever come to find. I recite poetry in my sleep and wake only to realize; it is for you I sew these threads, hand sewn seams stitched to stand the test of time.