With a simple paintbrush he could see the horizon
that it was not a destination, but light between worlds,
a way of thinking really, bending colors, identifying
the softness. Just a hint of humans passing through
time, walking softly between colors and light.
A lot of blue with green, often a sky.
Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”