My gaze, ever apon you.
Crystal-clear the stardust,
Survey the sapphire blue.
Here am I for all to see. Behind this funny face, inspirations are transformed into notions. These are then converted, and applied to the process of creation. Finally, the inspirations are realised within the physical for others to see, and, perhaps, interpret into inspirations of their own.
Walking along a country road one day, a huge lorry whooshed by.
Within the turbulence, something caught my eye,
Damaged, it died in my hand.
So sad, I carried it home and kept the delicate creature.
Now I sing her song, so she may dart and dance and defy her abrupt earthly ending.