Like a dream in the night
Or building castles in the sky
So swiftly our hands touched
And you are perfectly enough
Late summer with the humming breeze
I watched the world stop I felt my hand freeze
All so empty and cold again
When you told me that art is made of longing
Your fingers burned over mine
Creating fireworks so bright
They caused me to smile in broad daylight
The crevices and lines of your palms
And meeting you was the happiest accident of my life
And we locked eyes for what seemed to be the beginning of our eternity
And one brush from the hands of fate
Turned us into something great
-v.