In the twilight we marvel
at this watercolored world.

Our eyes, a blend
with the marbled sea
and the sky’s pearlescent peach.

I try to outline the horizon,

but in dampened air
my pen just bleeds.

The sea breeze paints us
soft and blue
as we slip into the mist.

We share a sacred
intimacy —

within our souls
our time exists.

( The strokes we make
defining depths
just cause more drips
and swell the canvas. )

So instead,

we swim
in azure and ink

admiring
how every artist

paints love

so differently.


Writing & Photography by: Katy Claire Funke

24 thoughts on “Watercolors

  1. Did you go into a similar sacred misty place when exploring where your dances took you?
    Or letting your voice loose in song?
    Seems to me, your journey has pulled together so many textures.
    You weave some of them together so deftly here.

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