Meet me at the canvas. Where the sky is land locked blue. Where everything is perfect and there’s a portrait of me and you. Take me back to that place of reliance. We’ll stand there, you and I, with our voices screaming in silence.
Revised; & continued.
Meet me at that place and see my final descent. We’ll view the cloud blooms perfect in unison. Meet me at the place atop the cloudy peaks, the place where the word “hate” is forbidden to speak. In this place, nobody is weak, there’s just us and the beauty we are privileged to see. We’ll see the giants among common men speaking of love and peace. Taking our hearts from the mud and putting our souls at ease.