The artist admires
His carefully
Sculptured piece,
Hand blown glass
As he perceives ...

His Vision.
His Inspiration.
Complete
To near
Perfection.

As high as his knee,
Measured exactly three,
By three feet.

A masterpiece brought forth
To realize his dream's worth.

Valued far more than to sell.
Conversation about his art
Where to be a Bard’s Tale ...

“The color of Blue,
From pastel
To deepest of hue.

With a Dragon perched atop
This mountain of cobalt rock.

Chanting the Wyrd in Rhyme
Catalyst of the Times ...

To come upon the
Age of Man;
Time moving on
Without return and

Healing that which Humanity
Has forsaken by insanity.”

“Their nightmares
Poison
Water, Earth and Air.

A means to justify an end
Despair ‘tis all they send.

Their infinite greed
Drowns the growing seed.”

He continues to admire
His life’s work that,
As oracle in the
Year of the Cat ...

Bespeaks of the Isle of Man,
Universal shifting of sand.

The energies
Flow and
In his heart
He knows,

He is blessed with sight
Of Blue within the Light.

Combined
Element of Four
The Fifth changes
Matter to more ...

“Human as to Human,
The reaper has begun
His collection.

Just
Are his rewards,
For all debts
Incurred
Backward
And forward.

POSITIVE.
NEGATIVE.

Balanced between the two.”

So Sings the Song
of
Gaea’s Dragon Blue