I am a calm, dark heartbeat

of a long wandering note

I sing of your fire

when it turns with its burns

on my watery deeps

cool flow of the lake

comes awake, I awake

making green and dark blue

or whatever the hue

of my water and trees

do you dream of me

just how I dream of you?

Do you know

do we make

do we plant

would it grow

without flow

from our firmament?

Are we myth

are we sense

which ones of our prayers

float up with incense

and the gods, who are they

that know our words

and our pictures

in music and color?

What keeps us together,

the pieces of puzzle

against one another

when we float

and we mix

all our wandering notes

with our laughter

our love?

do they tell me your painting

do they paint you my dream

and how real does it seem?

is it us

is it them

are we part of the plan

does it matter

to you,

or to us

in the end?

Do we break

do we make

do we sing of the tide

do we whisper of wind

behind hearts all unbent

open, accepting

do we join one another

Do the gods

do they see

in between you and me?

Does it matter

do we care care

if they are or not there?

Perhaps not

all around

both chained and unbound

we belong to each other

you know

we belong yes and lo

how I dream you my song

and you sing me your picture

We make art, you and I

art without artifice

art without tincture

together, you and I

we make a masterpiece