Fearless artist from beyond I want to die No longer in this darkness I want to lie. Stir a ripple with your hand Rinse your drawing from your sand.
Decorate the canvas with your soft strokes They are sleeping Can’t you hear that some are weeping? Softly rock them to and fro Will you believe they are scared to go?
Stab me more, those big bright eyes Ego it’s your time to rest Let it go, you have done your best. From his castle the giant stirred Inside each living thing, it could be heard
Time has come for us to travel It is nigh It will stop if we don’t fly Will the old man re awaken? And all clinging thoughts be shaken?
You can come and you can stay What is your desire? Let them put the witches in their fire Off we fly to another land Draw more pictures in the sand
Timeless traveller at my door What is it you have come here for?
Comments (2)
the way you penned this!
Great!
SAS