In the smile of a child as it sees something new
In the heart of a woman, her lover's muse
In the breath of the wind as it passes you by
In the haunting lullaby bringing tears to your eyes

So small and so fragile
A tender flower blooms
Reaching high above mountains
A great Temple looms

Striking fear, bringing courage
Inspiration's sweet siren song
The wellspring of creation
That tugs you along

In those moments when an artist puts words to shame
In a whispered breath, softly uttered, a name
In your memories, both young and old
In stories that are woven and yet to be told

A diamond, a river, a swift, fleeting breeze
Within cities and oceans, between towering trees
Fallen comrades, hated enemies, a praise and a curse
Dance them, paint them, and put them to verse

Celebrate life and death, explore the in-between
Colour the world in shades never before seen
Strike a match, light a flame, let your passions burn
Hold your breath, take a leap??

When is it your turn?


Penned by my hand on the 4th of Scarlatan, in the year 601 AF.