Part 1...
He tells her about the city lights he's seen from the driving seat. She listens intently, his every word transcending...
And in a field of gold, they drift. K
Water under the Bridge
It mattered then but not no more, at the time it seemed
New rivers always flowing forth, from mountains, paths and streams
The river and the path it makes, A constant on the land
Just like lines and fingerprints, all covering the hand
And so the river comes from way up high up on the ridge
To bring with it new drops and drips
And water under the bridge
Before it disappears and flows its way towards the sea
I stop and look down from the bridge
And it looks back at me
KF
I have a lot of words and artwork to unravel and it's all part of our journey. Getting there with a little help from my friends lol...
Part 2...
Taking a pause, the shining moonlight pulls the tide higher. An emotional surge through the depths, as if the ocean is waving their name...
It takes a lot of courage to stand in this place. A lot has gone down here, or is that the river settling after all the rain...
There's an understanding between them that requires no words. Like an epic journey, they've traveled a long way to be. Hear. K
Lifes little pieces
Amazing little moments, carrying through time
Fitting altogether, and slipping into line
Echo into silence, forgetting not a one
Enjoying lifes little pieces, and freezing them in time
I will not see you crying, I will not be afraid
Another little piece of life is sitting in the fray
If time was but an hour and its time upon us had
Would pieces fall lie floating leaves, and cover up the land
I hold lifes little pieces, I hold them in my hand
To fill my heart with happiness and walk on hand in hand
KF
...finding out what makes art. What is it. Thats the real question in life for me. There are times I cannot paint, and times I cannot write, as much as there are times I paint and write profusely. Its effortless.
Art can heal, as your heart is breaking. Its important. We need to share.
Art can heal. K