These are the stars that I lay beneath in the cold for no other reason than I know that you are under them too.
During the day I choose as time to dream; where I see as I’ve tried to turn my back, your love is as the Sun, always there, everywhere, off a reflection to face me.
Thank you for your words that take my finished paintings to use at scratch paper in turn making it the start of something new. In it’s making, thank you for allowing the silence, so comfortable.
Thank you for your touch, the brush of my cheek with your hand or the kiss to stop the blush. In its making, thank you for the space when thats what would make me blush.
Thank you, you showed me the finished drawing of all that you cared about… not knowing I was frightened to hand over a booklet of connect the dots, when it’s final line made it look the same.
Thank you for your patience, thank you for your strength and taking my shoes, showing you can still run with them, I’ve just been walking and thought they were wearing out.
Thank you for the smiles, whether they were put on by me to be who I wanted you to see. Thank you for the smiles, that couldn’t be held back and in joining in the joy they create!
Thank you for listening when I wouldn’t listen, turning a conversation south and emotional instead of meaningful for creation thats tangible.
Thank you for the breakdown as needed and thank you for the building up, where you helped me reach a buildings ceiling.
Thank you for letting me start – letting me be vulnerable and thanks for letting me grow – letting me be lovable.
Thank you for your time, thank you for your stories.
So when I get to say, there won’t be any void that needs to be filled, don’t mistake that with a worry I have no room in my heart. Thank you, for knowing it simply means I am whole with fields forever grateful