Canvas

Before the world is seen, it was heard.

The heartbeat of the womb, the only place for existence.

Now that the heart grew silent, we venture.

Into the realms of others through sound.

Their halls filled with sculpted ideas and painted thoughts.

Such is the museum of the mind.

To exists it to relate

To relate is to reach out

To reach, an origin is needed, otherwise does it not sway?

Such is the role of a center

To remain still in this fleeting clouds.

Where one falls in love, another toils.

Where one experience youth, soon a memory far away.

In this limitless measure, we occupy the unseen.

Bounded by visions dire, we grasps regardless of means.

This sacred space, reduced to a chase.

Creation's only, no longer free

Here we sit two of us

Divided by life

United by dreams

Of a joyful and free life

Where happiness awaits

since the moment sleep left us.

Until our eyes closed

we dream of happiness most.

Here we sit one of us.

Undiscriminating light falls upon all

But the eyes accustomed to the dark will be blinded by its nature.

Undiscriminating wisdom as the ocean to a single island,

many have swim out but few are willing to come back.

Those who returned were labeled fools to not bring salvation,

until they die then, and we return to wonder of beyond.