Within the Wake of Nightly Minds Abstract

Within the wake of nightly minds abstract
there forms a cloud; such gentle wisps of love.
They wait with such patience, yet to attract
and float along, alone, and breathe above.

Such paint that moves, the brush the brain controls,
proceeds to join two artists unseeing;
a pair amongst countless and bondless souls,
no doubt their blue hearts will be agreeing.

Adjoined across the canvas they journey,
the colors, they follow, they bloom, and blend.
Beauty though present, fades – is soon blurry,
conscience comes to, as things started, they end.

But all’s not lost, a time that’s true may come,
whereof the two connect, no longer numb.