Flashing star bolts from the ether
into my body it shoots and ripples,
the tip of a paint brush,
a vision in nature,
calls forth the future
renewing my word
strumming guitars I’ve never heard,
it ushers me down to the orchestra pit
alone in my room, it orders me “sit”,
allowing the sculptor,
into my body it shoots and ripples,
the tip of a paint brush,
a vision in nature,
calls forth the future
renewing my word
strumming guitars I’ve never heard,
it ushers me down to the orchestra pit
alone in my room, it orders me “sit”,
allowing the sculptor,
a wave diving through
the dawning hue
of whirlpooling light,
unearthing the jewel,
and my vessel is back
in tune.
the dawning hue
of whirlpooling light,
unearthing the jewel,
and my vessel is back
in tune.
(artist unknown)
Lia Wilbourn 