Alone with the wind
Upon the land that touches the sky
Sits a canvas, empty and dry.
Alone with the canvas,
Empty as can be,
Sits a boy by an old willow tree.
Alone together
They sit.
They have no purpose upon this land,
Nor anything to bury in the sand.
Alone.
Both hearts empty
Both chests hollow.
Blank like his canvas
Hollow like his tree
Alone
With no place to call home.
