The circular fires in the sky
The sun still lights
As it brightens another will darken
As it will project
And rain on this world
The mountains still lie deep
And the sea still flows
Forsee these projections
As the brush will foretell the plan
Because the worlds are beautiful
As it will hang somewhere to brighten the space
For peoples mind to wander within it
And their eyes to rest upon it
And their offsprings to inspire
For my art may lie
Until they decide otherwise
Take path of the plan
Round it into a motion
Become only a myth
And last through the eternities
By the universe to succumb
The revolutions to take aim
And the paint to plan
The form to build
The shadows to wave
The colors to refute
And those who wait by it
Those who travel
Those who build
Those who rise
Those who understand
And those who grasp
To only one day ignore it
And leave it
So it can do it again for another
In time
Art and poem by Julian Baslyk
www.julianbaslyk.com
@j.baslykart