(Continued)

She turns to me as I step into the room.
My heart skips a beat, I will forever be nervous.
I feel an overwhelming sensation flow through my body,
Love floods in.

With a wispy smile she turns back to the window.
I approach and sit behind her.
She gracefully leans back into my embrace,
I am taken to places I have never been before.

My love for her burns passionately,
Hotter, brighter, stronger than any fire!
I lose myself in her smile,
I find myself in her eyes.

I gaze out the window with her,
At the landscape of the earth.
It’s nothing more than a canvas.
The canvas of the Heavens.

Then an epiphany of the soul occurs!
This perspective made me realize,
That the wind may have howled,
And the clouds may have masked.

But this is beauty.
Beauty is the art that nature creates.
The snow was no longer a menace.
No longer an irritable pain.

All the clouds were doing,
Was painting.
Creating art.
Art that only lasts minutes.

(To Be Continued)