Paint by Numbers

  
It begins as an unexpected meeting of the darkest night and sunlit heady days. There’s going to be almighty thunderstorms with flashes of lightning and that noise that rings out like a discharged gun but when the moon turns to the sun with trust it’s hands the yellow paint brush to colour in . It’s paint by numbers until the sky is a vision in crimson as the moon has learned to share in a leap of faith . And it says in brush strokes of impressiveness . If I had to chose one for my last great adventures packed with rucksacks of ham sandwiches and a flask of strong hot tea while trip-pin’’ the light fantastic . It would be you I would pick because it would be an extraordinary picnic for two ..Do you know all it takes is one to see you with all your frailty and not want to break one more dam thing but just let you be . It takes a heart to find one  and all the lost things under a serendipitously lit sky with a hugs of onyx holding the blazing setting of the sun up high.