CREATE - look forward to being remade

Crayon fingers clasp
at the pictures
of another's mind.

Leaving you to
salivate over
silhouettes of
broken pieces
of conversation:

chiming a

random anthem

as they settle

in the sad

lifelessness

of silent fragments,

and I want to hide

from the ocean

beneath the sand

of the coastline

you fashioned

with those crayon fingers.

Rain peppered beaches

sigh moments of fresh water

at the salt of the

inhalation waves.

It waves me farewell to your listening.

So make a water world

of your speaking

and dream the abyss

of walls away.

Contact your

forgotten ambition

in the misassembled

shapes of frozen water

and draw what you see
in your own contrition

taste the flavours
that your art
tried to achieve

and feel the purity 
of all dimensions of this creation
as it awaits the artist's restoration:

injecting pure colour
into the hearts
of each willing figure
of this moving canvas

and sharpening our fingers

to draw new life,

as we learn to breathe

in living liquid

and finally feel at home.

Written August 2013.