I touch the song of a raindrop memory and kiss the wind of time.
White water floods dense liquid pools of lacy tree tops.
I will wander in tomorrow’s light until it becomes today.
I will turn past the walls and machines of urban decay and see only the green of a lawn and the sparkle of dew.
Speak to me, water of forever. I listen and wait.
Until I return. And become one. With space.
“Touch Tomorrow’s Light” is acrylic on paper, 100#card stock, 15×20 in.