I hung the painting,
A creation of the dead man by the sea,
And gazed for hours at the strokes.
I can't describe what it all meant to me
Or the voices that called out my name.
They said "Don't just drive through
Stop and look around."
But I can't do it alone;
I'm not strong enough.
You can't get blood from a stone,
But you can pound it from my bones,
And take your place in my memories,
As they puddle on the ground.
While the waves crash around me,
Hang my painting on the wall
Then listen to my voice
Call out your name.
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