Hands so Beautiful, that Gently Form the Clay...
Eyes Bright Blue, that look away...
Into the Skies, that Merge with the Earth...
Or Piercing my Soul, with what they cannot say...
With words or expressions, that a voice might speak...
Instead, express, with Hands so Meek...
So meek, yet so Strong, so full of Flowing Life...
Blue Eyes that See... with Anointed Light...
Into this Journey... this Journey of Man...
Given by Creator, to Walk upon this Land
Winged Ones Fly, the Sun Shines Bright
Upon the Wings of Butterflies... and Dragonflies in Flight...
And still... he sits and forms his Clay
While Dreaming, as always, of another day
Just like the Creator that gave him Hands,
And who gently formed his Entity of Man
Man, who robs Gaia, daily, of the Breath of Life...
And the Womb of our Mother... her Waters slowly trickling by...
He sits and sits and Forms his Clay,
His Heart Beats Gently, throughout the Night and the Day...
Sadness fills his Soul, so Deep Inside...
As he Cries for the Mother, Brother and Sister, Father Sky
He sits and sits and Forms his Clay...
And Dreams of the past... as it slowly drifts away...
Written by Sun Glider... aka Shimmerrings & Little Wing
2 comments:
That's beautiful...surely words from the soul! Lovely art work.
You have such a talent for putting words on paper like music.
Have a great weekend.
Thank you, Matty. You know who the Claymaker is, I know. I hope he appreciated the time and energy of my thoughts, to be able to see and express the Beauty in him. It was written a long time ago. And that's a photo of him that I transformed in photoshop or something like that.
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