here is the poem for this painting: Dreams Are Too Expensive Not To Survive Thinking on a day. Borrowing for the snow. A moment before the air froze the breeze, and the day stemmed the tide.
Undercurrents await the sky with a look pretending their dream would survive But then the moon took the tide.
Clouds can't stay the same They're almost there they mutate then disappear and a breath is always on its way out.
When the waves flowed, their laugh was gone before their look could stay.
Why pretend that life stands still when a day comes then slips away into the night.
here is the poem for this painting:
ReplyDeleteDreams Are Too Expensive Not To Survive
Thinking on a day.
Borrowing for the snow.
A moment before
the air froze the breeze,
and the day stemmed the tide.
Undercurrents await the sky
with a look pretending
their dream would survive
But then the moon took the tide.
Clouds can't stay the same
They're almost there
they mutate then disappear
and a breath
is always on its way out.
When the waves flowed,
their laugh was gone
before their look could stay.
Why pretend that life stands still
when a day comes
then slips away into the night.
LauraLee K. Harris