Hour glass lightening
Quick sand flighting
As we sit here i want to count the colours of the forest before us, and paint with them, the wonder of the sun looking through your eyes as you write me a poem like you always do while we hold two sides of a beautiful vision; one side of a song.
So the hour glass matters naught
the moving sand does not count
A poem and a painting is enough
transcending the vestige of the lie; the seeming momentariness of our song.
A poem and a painting.
I read this first, then read it aloud and it felt like an invocation of power. An incantation of creativity.
I loved the lines:
‘So the hour glass matters naught
the moving sand does not count
A poem and a painting is enough’
It’s a wonderful message of seeing things for what they are as opposed to what they can do.
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