Another person I visit in my mind
the trail of time withers the hope
The admirer of this growing flame
The moth in awe of the light
The atheist on his knees before the lord.
The wounded soldier eager to go home
The longing for camaraderie
The obession to fill a hole
And hide the scar tissue
Answers to questions
I visit this person in my mind
Artist to artist in collaboration
Exchanging of thorns and splinters
Mending the stubborn wounds
Life is a continuous pain
And we all seek the right sedative
But for us, ours is the bleeding pen
And soaked paper.
The painting voice and in the audience as the canvas.
This person I visit in my mind
Is a fellow bleeding heart
