I traded Alex some of his art for this poem

The light sits on ink and the colors of companionship
whiskey mingles with the pipe smoke smell on Alex's jacket.
Fading into the better borders of the evening,
Fragmenting edges of the memories.
While Courtney's songs sing out in the wake of the morning.

Early dawn springs and swings into the newest day.
Do you know the sound that love makes?
The sound that love makes is a wild sound a quiet
sound a silly sound it is the sound that rings out in the
moments when we are too moved to speak.

Alex. The light makes a ring around the night-
we are hallowed in light.

Thank you for the art you give to me.
The art of your being and hair and pencil
and where the light hits your words as they
speak of the windows that flow through the soul
and the night.

Thank you for the Light.