The Dirt Road. The Angel Stone.

~~The berries on the canvas. The summer in the air. The flow of the brush on the canvas runs and lays down. Smooth like the song he wrote yesterday. The colors set like the sun. The path was laid out.

 She wondered where to start next. Silence filled the sunset sky. Bright orange. Bright pink. Bright yellow. Had she found her next inspiration? She thought of love. Love from who? From what? Was it the Lord above showing his grace and mercy for the brokenhearted that night? After all she felt alone.

 The dirt road. The angel stone. Signs from all around. Signs to paint.. Paint more berries, perhaps, she thought. Signs from above. After all making artwork was her only escape. The times she wanted to quit. Quit the one thing in life that once brought her happiness. Now just as the setting of the sun and the smooth sound to his song he wrote yesterday, she thought of him and drifted into her own canvas. She became the brush. And he was her inspiration.

 He was a musician. She was an artist. The thoughts of a goodbye were unthinkable, the songs he created. So smooth and calm. The talent he has with how effortless he made it all look. Look as if it was the first time he saw her.

 Saw her as young. Saw her grow. He fell in love with her. Her hair. Her skin. Her love for art. Her love for him. Deep feelings. Deep love. She created art for him. He created music for her. Lyrics and notes. Notes that flow like her hair in the wind. Lyrics that roll off the tongue with ease. A meaning of love.  She created art for him. he kept her alive. Her spirit shining bright like the sun. She showed forgiveness. He showed her love.

He was her life. She was his angel. An angel from above he thought. The blank canvas in front of her. Blank is how everything starts. The paint on the canvas runs down racing the drop next. Dripping onto the dirt road. Road where it came to life. Where her love for him was expressed. The angel stone. Pain can be hid with beauty. A stone was her pain. Her angel was him. He brought her to life. The smile only with him. The art she held onto for him. “Art for the Lord” she said. “Music for his praise” he said.

 Two brought as one. Brought together by the Lord. On the dirt road. With the angel stone. An angel to fly. A stone to throw. Only to land on the dirt road. Two combined to one. She told him she wanted to fly. He told her to stay. She told him to fly with her. Where is this dirt road leading? A hiding place. a back road. Memories shared between them. Memories they would keep forever. Ones to share. Ones to keep a secret. Hidden messages within songs. Songs he wrote yesterday. Hidden messages within her art. An angel stone she painted. She was the dirt road. He was her angel. Saved by each other. Saved by grace. Two hearts together as one. He started on the dirt road. She found her angel stone.