Bones of Light Art Print

I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun & I asked what happened then? & I felt him floating there in the soft dark & finally he said we forgot & I said I never would, but sometimes I do & I understand now why he put his arm around me & said nothing more.

Archival, acid-free 100% cotton paper.
Low-VOC foamcore backing and protective poly sleeve.
Frames are black-painted wood with glass.