Point blank like a slate never scratched
You’re taken to mountains across seas
Touching stars with your hand
We point to the one we call our own
We name it with our celestial song
Love, there is nothing wrong
All goes through such things, and the rifts
The strings that are strummed vibrate in rings
As a guitar weeps for our awakening namesake
A prayer is said to the almighty above
To keep you from harm, until you’re in safe arms
The moon shines ever more kind and a head bows
The parts of the painting explode and surround
All the colors transition us into a World
Only we’ve known, a playground, our home.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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