Picking Up

The day dies and night lives on.
Forever I am living the night of the owl.

The day is full of surprises...
But at night is when my wings unfold...

Ideas start flowing.
Emotions start showing.

I am deeper in thought than I am in dreams.
I can't help but let my mind race and my heart take a rest.

The canvas is slowing coming to life with color.
And you hold the brush.

You're finishing the art work that others couldn't...
But I fear some day you will stop painting too.

And leave the painting unfinished, undefined.

With my eyes I see the world...
And with my heart I see you.

I'm surrounded in darkness but you hold the light.

The shadows are following now...

But we don't care.

I lose myself in my imagination more than

I lose myself in the city.

A constant reminder of just how creative we really are.

And so tonight...

I go deeper...

In thoughts and observations.

Watching the world sleep while I lie awake.