Paint The Words
June 5, 2009 by hames-1977
I came from the east
And you from the west.
The space between us
is an empty canvas.
Our footsteps were
unsure scribbling of lines.
Our lives were
charcoal grey sketches.
Our beings were
liquid pigments, pressed
out of tube-like existence.
Paint the words
written by fate.
Our union pre-destined.
Our spirits would soon
penetrate this world,
transforming our bond
from this obscure surface.
Like criss-crossing layers
of texture and dimension.
Your blood. And my blood.
A miscegeny of colors
gradually revealing
order and balance,
forms and figures,
sizes and shapes.
Blending fragiled fibers
of our soul, framed into
a work of art.
Such a lovely weaving together of elements ~
The coming together of two souls ~
Using poetry and the arts as primary referrence to create such a graceful movement in the mind of the pre-destined union creating images painted on the canvas of the spaces that separates them as they slowly approach that anticipated convergence when their life would blend and burst into a colorful rapture of a precious piece of art laid in the once lifeless canvas.
This is ecstatic for me, Marvin. For me who could easily connect to the elements: Arts and poetry. I feel like bursting into a colorful rapture like the fireworks in the evening skies, but more than that, I saw stars beyond the temporary lights after the smoke from the fireworks cleared.
I have in my notebook a poetry idea similar to this, of two souls strangers to each other meeting in a train station unaware of their fateful union at that moment. The trains took them to separate directions, one heading north, the other south. The idea is how and when that two souls would meet in that station again where they are destined to start to weave their story together.
The story occured when me and my friend took the train when I was new here in Chicago. We are in a subway station accross each other separated by the railroads to our separate directions : north and south.
Prior to that, in 2004 back in the Philippines, I wrote this poem:
One Heart
Two different people
Living separate lives
Wanting different dreams
Going to opposite directions.
.
But then they met.
.
And they become one
One heart in two different people
One in their thoughts
Going towards the same direction ~
.
Living the same dream.
~
I wish you well.
~ Jeques