Fantastical in form
Vibrant in colour
A sensual delight
Of textures
Rough and smooth
I live in a world
Of song and voice
Of love and wisdom
I live in a world
Of song and voice
Of love and wisdom
Not to become
Icons of Hollywood
But to impress upon the inhabitants
Where the true source
Can be found
A few grains of sand
Knocked loose by the breeze
Skitter down a miniature ravine
Knocking loose a few more
Along the way
All coming to rest
With so many other grains
Collected in a miniature valley
Slowly filling up
With grains of sand
But I am learning
To see beauty
In all that I can see
Interpretations
Of a world made
From highlights
And shadows
Rendering texture
And line
Perhaps
A little more beautiful.