Invisible Art

hi. will you come, and sail across the sky with me?
don't fear the darkness, it is but harboured
with clandestine angels, winking with a secret to be said
let's go, and listen! let's go, and paint with them
canvases so brilliantly lit by their humble light
we'll use those emotions in our heart as paint
paint a golden couple with our love
and a freckled little girl with the brush of joy
so blue of melancholy we can splatter tears
perhaps, even a subtle stroke of sympathy
for the lost souls swimming in the seas of the skys
you hear them, at night. they beat their wings softly in your dreams
shhh. don't dab on the color of excitement
it might wake luna, mother of the little angels
don't bother with the tangible
we, breathe
this