once in a while when surrounded by night
grey hums partings the gouache’d space
rumors pushing forward
twisting strokes
believing in men
their fever
their time
single eyeing
the color the form
the cell of God reverberating
and it’s there
in the frame
where everything becomes sculptured
faith marveling
faith flaming evermore
Very good words…
Thank you very much.
Your heart and spirit sings your words brighter than ever….its a gem Mari…an exquisite gem!
I thank you, truly do!