Silver lined waves reflected with night
Tossing treasures in my wake
Over and under the froth dissipating
Partake in the image of the mind.
Lover of beauty before you
Open the soul to accept
Old and new captured in pages and oil
Kindness of the heart presented.
Lowering volume on life’s carnival
I search for the magic of crystalline form
Speaking in whispers to the voices within
Taking time to hear all that is not said
Enough of the energy escaping its ties
Never bound by the gag of tradition.
I flow like the ocean through life’s shortened days
Motion so fluid
Like the wax that slips past the candles cup,
Drifting in beauty to create design
Trickle down effect
Of the moving yet peaceful mind.