The artistic spirit fluttering within
Escapes its boundaries
And creates artwork
With each brush of wing to page
The thoughts morph into context
As the spirit soars, spins,
And rides the wind of creativity
A trail of shimmering dust only the artist can see
As the stars align to say adieu
The artistic spirit returns
Wrapping its newly blank wings in tight
Awaiting renewal from the mind’s eye.
Kelly Deeny 