Working On The Same Painting Poem by rich soos

we sense quiet at the tip of the brush
birds obscured by lines of dropping snow
the trees in the winter field covered and plush

sudden quick chills cause you to blush
the silence between us continues to grow
we sense quiet at the tip of the brush

colors weave together creating a shush
on the canvas revealing time moving slow
the trees in the winter field covered and plush

we savor the truth that there's no need to rush
time brings us closer to something to know
we sense quiet at the tip of the brush

my lips form words thoughts quickly crush
your strokes shape visions of something below
the trees in the winter field covered and plush

fabric we've covered has caused such a hush
the good love between us can steadily glow
we sense quiet at the tip of the brush
the trees in the winter field covered and plush


from Train Of Love (2000)