Love is, Canvas Stretched

She stretches her canvas

over the landscape

of his life

and silently wishes

she could

have been present

in every moment

in time

where he breathed

each breath

and sighed

each sigh

and she, a witness

to everything

that like the anvil

expertly held

in sculptor’s hand

carved and shaped

every line – every trace

that made him who he was

she sighs at moments like these

as she traces his smile

and sleeps within his presence

awake and not asleep

a dream within a dream

all inspired

by his existence.

 

© Sumyanna 2015

 

Photo © Salmasy (my daughter)