February 19

The black canvas sparkles with white speckled paint

I breathe it all in, without restraint

The boat rocks gently to the tug of the tides

We lie still, listening to what the universe confides

This has to be it, this is life without noise

It's uncluttered and carries a purpose and poise

Nights like these, though they slip away fast

Make me feel so deeply linked to the past