Our Hearts Connect Across Time
Stars coming forth into existence
Time benders, as you connect with art, words, colors, love — seated in a chair I cannot quite imagine, under a tree being, or standing in your now with the sunlight, or lack thereof here with me —
I thank you for sharing this moment with me across time, across cultures, across feelings.
Across hearts.
My mind thinks of you and your eyes, your mind, your heart who you may be, what dreams you have, what losses you have risen from.
Art connects us.
This moment of now, we both can share from our perspective times in our stories.
Our plot points converge in the confluence of these lettered connections.
You are here. And I am here.
Words unite us.