The skies of my mind burn in colour,
Waves in the wind, without flame.
I am vision, imagination, I am art,
A traveller without destination,
Only marks on a page,
Signposts along the way.
From the darkness, there is light,
Within and without, I am madness,
Expanding and receding, ebb and flow,
In each moment of infinity, I grasp a moment,
Create a mind, a soul, a world....
From the maelstrom there is creation,
My hands as claws to break the wave,
Holding forth the little gems I made....
And they call me clever.....