And Yet…

Blessed be the artist, For to him is given the dream of creation. Whilst others scramble in mud, He may dream that it is liquid silver. While others scream over a bent fender, He may imagine them in chivalric fashion, A pair of armored sea lions at the tilt. When a fish flies from the sea, Trailing a shimmering blade of water, He is blessed to see more than mere water; To him is given sight to see and ears to hear The music of all creation, Played in between the patter of rain The roar of the windy surf … Continue reading And Yet…

Cursed the Artist

Cursed is the artist, Who ever must bear witness To the ever distant horizon Whose eye alone can see Shores beyond sight Beyond existence. Cursed is he who must see The shimmering crystal waters Of a lake of ruby and gold Guarded by a giant of iron and stone; Imprisoned within, a maid of diamond. For he sees another who goes A knight of bronze and fire, Another one forever uncreated, Another song unsung, Another shore unseen. A warrior who lives only in dreams. And though his throat parch Thinking of those effervescent waters He must away to a land … Continue reading Cursed the Artist