Art and a fragile sky

There is no burden

of faking light

in the moments

we connect

Somehow,

the whole atmosphere twists

as we sort of levitate

and laugh together

You have painted

our colors many times

but maybe not blended

and without the sense of relief

I cannot seem to choose

where to end a sentence

because we are so open

to more more more

Long lights

across our tundra

with little worry

for the cold