If you try to read between the moments
of beauty and breath
you will only find delirious creation.
It peaks out from behind curtains
of straightforward thinking.
There is only room for need,
never any space for want
though you can see it reflecting off thoughts
like stars on our bayou.
With him I am every piece of art,
every word, every note.
“With him I am every piece of art,
every word, every note.”
Intense! Love it!
I too loved that last line…such intense emotion in them…well said.