(to Ziggy and his painting)
"Look at my drawing, cat, and do turn off the light"
I smiled, and for once, I listened.
For me - the jewel colors. But your thoughts, insight,
somehow weathered, wiser, like a thistle.
It draws me in, and different I stand.
Bewildered, yet amused. The imperfections,
prick at my thoughts. I shake my head, contend
and yet, it nudges me. A path...A new direction ?
The sun sits down for a cup of tea.
The waters on the sand, marsala couloured.
Two cups it drinks, one for Sarastro, one for me,
and kills the day with knightly valour.
Kill
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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