Life goes only as far as you take it.

The sky has painted itself

Wonderfully

Tonight.

Scattering little drops of Hope

Across the dark sky,

Little seeds

From which wishes will flourish.

Placing little sprinkles of Faith,

For the traveler

Who has lost his way,

So that he may find his way back

To the beaten path.

And be patient

Give him time,

For the painter

Paints upon the same canvas,

With colors stolen from the rainbow.

But the painter does not paint for you,

Or for me.

No, he paints for the sun,

And the moon,

And for their love.

A love not faltered by

distances,

or differences,

Opposites coming together in

Unitary perfection.

The sky,

He paints for this,

He lives for this.