Red

My hand I give, outstreched to yours

That leap of faith, to step from shore.

Climb aboard our ship of dreams

To gentle drift upon our stream.

Our tiny "red" with oars of white

Sails from the dawn into the night.

With palette and paper, your paints..my pen

We drift t'ward silence, hear her whispers again.

Our tiny ship they do not see

She drifts through silence invisibly.

Hidden from those she will be

Visible only to you and to me.