All seeing eyes

Written by: Anthony French

Paint, the blood of an artist's hand
with words as wealth to understand;
and music pure to feed the soul
with sounds of song and joy.

Chalk and charcoal scratch as nails
across the fabric of the sails
of things as seen by open minds;
embroidered stitches made in time.

Through each and every tapestry 
of all the woven life they see.