She could paint the way she dreamt
You’d watch her slowly drown
She’d sink below the surface
And float among the downed
Those who became their paintings
Their statues and their art
Would gladly help her anchor
Her ever beating heart
She’d never break the surface
Because her paintings were her breath
She made strokes at every second
She saw stillness as her death
To some
She looked like she was gone
Taken by the water
And dragged beneath at dawn
To them
It was a curse
To her
It was a gift
But to me it meant much more
When I had nothing left
I’d sit there by the water
From the morning to the night
Just to watch the altar
Her brushes left behind
The paints she spilled formed waves
That sparkled for the blind
Her creations in all their glory
Danced with every glow
Every stroke told a story
That she grew from down below
My journey to the shore
Still follows me today
It’s in my stokes
It’s in my lines
It’s in the words I say
The water will be there
To pull gently at my feet
Urging me to join her
Far within the deep
Maybe I’ll find a shore
To someday make my own
I’ll see her face like never before
She’ll see how much I’ve grown
Then gladly help me anchor
My ever beating heart
I’ll never break the surface
Because my paintings are my breath
I’ll make strokes at every second
And see stillness as my death
Blessed to float among the downed
I’ll sink below the surface
You’ll watch me slowly drown
If I could paint the way I dream