Constellations in the Sky

What is it that we all seek?

Is it something we can feel or smell?

What about all of the sounds?

Can they really be alive?

Its like living in a fantasy world

where the colors run like oil paints on a rainy day that drip

into a basin where drops form into clouds.

They join the constellations in the sky

which connect like dots to form an image of her.

But who? The lines are blurry.

I cannot tell.

Perhaps she is looking at the constellations from the other side

and can see an image of him but alas

cannot tell that it is me.

So I weep onto a canvas

where my tears blend with the oils to create one thing...

the same image

the one above that we can see in
the constellations in the sky.