Surface: canvas

How long must I stand with my heart placed over my hand?
And in his absence, few knew who to be
And together, we’ll remain the parts that make the whole of our pain.
He used to walk through fields ashamed, divided by the eyes that wave.
And one day lying on grass, you’ll decide to leave your parents in the past.
We wait in song and lie
Oil Painting – Process Photos
We three who knew the safety to breathe
The virtues of disbelief
Sunset oceans above her maple tree