The Canvas Overreached

Love is your footprint on my shore,
a half-remembered snatch of rhyme,
the shadow of a passing cloud
and your heart close to mine.

Love is daybreak on a hill
where poppies burst in orange flame,
the footsteps of a skipping child
in some lighthearted game.

Love is the canvas overreached,
the colors splashed on floor and wall,
the art our masters could not teach
who knew it least of all.

Love is life in life’s embrace,
a path that takes us home,
the recognition of our place,
the gift of being known.