Ode To Art

A timeless face set in smooth, hard skin gazes Out across a sea of framed majesty created by human hands. Dreams, which have been carefully formed to Enter into the realm of reality and take It’s viewer’s breath away. The statue Looks at art and is art and addresses art, Art, you are everything and can be made with So many things previously thought of as nothing. Possibilities stretch up and down the rabbit Hole of imagination. Having tea in mid air doesn’t Seem so rare anymore. Or sky in the middle of the ocean And someone lounging on a couch on the ceiling, hair floating upward. I can draw a picture of spring with you, Blend warmth and a light breeze on the page In black and white with my charcoal finger. Or tear apart an image only to put it back together in A new unimaginable way, or create a new world An enchanted forest, a thousand hands as trees reaching toward the sun… The possibilities are endless