Hey all,

Glad to be back. The tearoom officially closed for the season today and I am looking forward to a little free painting and writing time before I leave for Europe, so expect me to be around - Oh and witchypoo I will be looking for you and the Sketchman soon.

Trish

A whistling sound rustles across windswept grasses,
While night looms and daylight quickly passes,
Where rippled waters dance viciously across the sand,
And eerie clouds dawn, threatening all that stand.

Crying demons dives angrily through uncharted time,
Creating musical scores spun quietly, as if in mime,
And marching soldiers cross from here to over there,
Alight in moonlight, all killed, with none to spare.

A woman swirls with her gown clinging mighty close,
Conjuring up concealed erections, and so it goes,
Yet, each man knows, he will not be her special one,
For she is just a temptress having a little fun.

Night passes in the hidden darkness of all that is bad,
Yet in the daylight, we remember all we’ve had,
In days, no longer tethered together or earthly bound,
While people search, is a higher power found?

The earth settles on a spinning axis, a fragile ground,
Where man lives, unaware he is whirling around,
Life passes, day after day, always seeking much more,
In a land, where lunar eclipse circle a molten core.

The dreamer stands watching the heaven glowing white,
As colourful beams dance mystically in the light,
And the pure, angel maiden pours from a rustic pitcher
Knowing all earthbound humans will be richer…

As they live life, love, hate, dance, sing, and play
Beaming with delight, under the Milky Way.