More paintings, sketchings copper plate etchings I look and see them all, and fall into those hand picked scenes, paintings,sketchings, etching dreams.
Landseer, Constable, Turner, Vermeer, they're all here selling their scenes making my dreams come true.
If there ever was a point in time where two souls converge and meet as one.. _________
This is where the story begins. This moment is so delicate the scratching of pen on paper would only scuff the memoury.
Sketchings of thought never occurred. It just pieced together right in front of us. The calm but anxious tension was there Sitting in between the two of us.
The shadows danced in and out Merely taunting our eyes with what could be. Neither expecting an outcome.
That little plant that stands by the door Flowers on shelves and the counter and petals on the floor Old chalk sketchings poster the walls Stares both hard and soft enamor us all A little silver tin of orange chocolates Refilled every time I am back again For two soft kisses on cheeks of both me and them and long wooden table etched with age where crumbs disappear like magic, or a quick sweep of the hand Glass jars filled with pasta and sugar and sand Lemon on the kitchen top and in the breeze and red flowers on the terrace stare at the sea The sea that is small and encompassed by land and surrounded by sharp peaks water cradled by a hand Books and papers stacked all around Not touched in ages But found in the sound-- of the words that so beautifully roll off the tongue Of two lovely people, who will remain unsung.
