A Wandering Art
Who I love is
who you are.
The soul with the
open mind, and
the open mind with the great soul.
You are a wanderer who wanders
the wonders of the world.
I wonder how this came to be
and, why we are how we and who we are.
The art you show me paints new pictures in my head.
And it’s like, a graffiti on a train taking me
to a place I need to be.
A picture speaks a thousand languages
and the language you speak is art.
It’s a way of making sense out of how we came to be
and is there a way we can sit at the edge
of the universe on a dock?
Having our feet dangle over
the small rocking boat that leads us
to another universe and in that universe
we find the place we need to be. But
what’s in that universe? It’s welcoming like
when a baby comes into the world. And
everything we thought we knew
isn’t close to what we will see.
And now that we are here, we realize
that everything isn’t as perfect as it’s
sought to be. This new universe isn’t
Like the one we come from but worse in your eyes
because as I realize, you lie with the mesmerized.