Midnight

Canvas!

When I saw you sitting there,

with paint all over your face;

The world stopped and curiosity filled the place.

You were touching the canvas,

with fingertips that left no trace;

You felt as though you were trying to erase,

the painting your hands had made.

I could not even see your eyes,

for your hair were hiding them away.

I did not learn you name,

for no one was aware,

who was,

the quiet boy with curly hair.

Ah beloved,

I am aware, that since my eyes saw you,

the world has sweeter air.