We still seek the streams
unfulfilled without current,
the threat of erosion
a forgotten deterrent.
As months become cruel
our own darkness grows deeper,
no vision more piercing
than the gaze of a sleeper—
beneath skies of slate
in the shade of scaled towers,
I pause in this moment
soon revised by April showers.
Very touching sentiments. Your artwork is beautiful...Should I compliment you or is it Clip-Art?
ReplyDeleteNo, just some clipart, and the inspiration came from TS Elliot's 'The Wasteland', which I highly recommend. Thanks Shirley!
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