Lost In the Lines

I never could draw within the lines,

my hands held the colors

too heavily

or they just weren’t steady enough,

impatient even.

But you,

you have drawn a world

I love to visit,

a world of bright colors

and shades and hues

that I can’t help but get lost in,

hoping that I can stay hidden

within those lines

for as long as I can.

It’s meticulous and mysterious

but as familiar

as the morning air.

It’s your art. It’s your words.

It’s you.