And So It Begins . . .

Wait, don't blink
You're bound to miss something
Because Time has a tendancy
To fly faster than light.
But let's slow down
To the speed of sound
And let everything else pass us by.
Deep into the night
Our conversations turn
Into works of art.
A splash of laughter
A stroke of empathy
A swirl of understanding
And a variety of colors.
Add a frame
And there's our friendship.
But it will never be finished.
On occasion
We can pick up a brush
And together we'll add
Spl-att-e-rs and s/t/r/i/p/e/s
And streaks of new dimensions and hues,
Stopping every once in a while
To step back and admire our masterpiece.
And the best part is
We know we can always add more.