Once upon a time there was an ocean that covered the earth. Plates shifted lands rose and new life was created. As the moon waxed and waned tides turned light was spotted as a new star was born . From humble origins the light it generated spread chasing away the demons and shadows, a great rock rose from out of nowhere, and Mother Earth was born and dream time arrived and we learnt to transcend great distances mainly in our minds. People arrived out the dust and ether , Mystics and forefathers spoke of a great time that had been and one day be again, a great hole appeared in the earth and swallowed up the returning nightmares taking them to the deep.
A child descended and cried he had been here before but only had memories of what other people had told him pictures can’t replace an experience but it gives hope that when fates collide and planets align a story may start again ,a pause is just that a moment of reflection when we see ourselves naked and exposed only when we are at our most vulnerable do we really find out who we were and what we could be and who are friends are.
With the passage of time clothing arrived and we cover ourselves. instead of remembering the child inside we run from when really we should embrace them and so it goes a sonnet appeared comets chase each other across the night sky , stars fall, ashes blow in the breeze and seasons come and go . A combination of thoughts and feelings of the beautiful creations in this new land that have been bestowed on this small blue planet .
I often find myself like a child questioning everything and thinking about what might have been, then I hug my inner child and remember anything is possible we just have to ride those waves and cling onto those beautiful places and people.
Like all stories some start with a whimper and start with a cry or a wail.the earth broke in two, and a whale crashed through the water. Echoes of lost love broke time and space .all there was and all that could be. stolen dreams epiphanies, a broken vision laid out in the sands , a tunnel of light you miss understand, the trees that lined these shadow cast streets, wordplay , childhood games the magic stitched into these very pages, events that have been and all the things that have yet to unfold.
The parade that marched by ticker tape confetti rains from the sky blowing in the breeze the remains of a story told in loving memory.
As new seasons now tumble by I write for you the leaves will soon begin there March to the ground the sun will fall lower behind these clouds. These landscapes that I paint with words the moon grows close and high tides return.
I came from the ocean a million years away dragging myself from the under the undertow to get away from these gods and makers.I hide myself away and turned myself into mother of pearl & silver, and fossilized myself away from those that wished to steal essences and enchantments, as I slept I could hear the rumbles of those disenchanted clouds ,the gods throwing their rods of gold to the ground. The muses wept ice and snow for their betrayal of the throne, on the blue planet. The ice crept further and further each day swallowing up more of this world until the sun in the sky could do no more in its battle. the axis tilted and shaked at the middle the moon trembled and the rabbit in the moon ran off to the stars hiding away where those could no longer hurt or harm.
Time paused and reflected on what it could be polar bears wandered these ice laden lands protecting those who slept below. Whilst the universe hummed a sweet lullaby for the sleeping dragons snoozing below.
As the years rolled by, the ice shelves thawed and slide away revealing a new landscape, Of swollen rivers and ice capped peaks that glisten the cave that was once sealed behind mud and rocks now lay open to the elements, And the winds howl past whistling a tune only the disenchanted clouds could recognize.
The child crawled out into the wilderness and as the sunlight cascaded down he turned himself into his dragon form, and flew away.