As she nestled under the covers, book in hand,
the chartreuse cosmos in her eyes relentlessly
tracing the author’s ghost in a forest of words,
I had an epiphany; the susurrous of her steady
breathing and pages-turning amalgamated
into the gentlest white-noise I’ve only felt
once before – when I was a child of nine,
the howling wind lapsed into a hushed
blizzard while I drifted into sleep in a
new bedroom, kept warm by a rekindled
sense of hope of everything anew again.
In her I had found not temporary refuge –
I love how this piece is so much more simple than some of your other pieces and yet it is just as in depth. As always, you have painted a wonderful scene and given off a wonderful sense of love and comfort and beauty within this moment or dream. Absolutely stunning. In fact, I got painting inspiration from this - if you don't mind that is.