Craft

Theyre stilled now. Those hands
resting on the breathless breast.
The fingers that carved the craft
That delighted my childhood
As I and it set sail upon the river of life,
lie quiet and redundant now.
My ship would visit ancient lands hidden
Amongst the lush lily pads, whilst
I, all anxiety awaited its return
But those same crafty hands
Safely steered my intrepid, bobbing vessel
Between Charybdis frogs and Scylla minnows.
Those hands moulded my happiness
Brushed softly my scraped knees
Softened my phantom ridden nights
They whittled at my childish sorrows
Painted my days in rainbow notes
And now, they have reached out to take
The hand of the Master Craftsman.


~You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do~
(including visiting MIRABILE VISU )

Photo by Balazs Karman and Laszlo Novak