FINISHED!

Finished Poem Painting. Started in '08.

Close up of painting.

Poem:

Standing still in the mist of this fury,
The changing of seasons that happened all too fast,
Feel myself slipping, falling, rocks crumbling beneath,
Darkness slipping in like memories of the past.
Who can fight this, this tide of desperation,
This urge to give in, to not put up a fight,
But I know I must, for my path goes on,
I've seen it before, under the starry night.
Crystal moon against a darkened sky,
Bare feet running through the forest strong,
Bird of the night, the owl cries,
This one last battle, ending this epic song.
The long road has taken me here at last,
Between life and death, I must choose,
Battle scares cover my arms and feet,
And through weary I am, I cannot lose.
So in this circle of protection the fireflies dance,
With head to the sky and feet on the ground,
Althea and cedar sprinkled on the earth,
Nothing can touch me when the moon shines down.