The Special One

A small finger points
to the sky, as
they lift off the ground.

The meadow, distant now;
Hearts pound hard, fast.
Fear mixed with awe.

The small one shows
them the flowers, meadow,
the horizon, beautiful light.

A small finger gently releases
them from the spell of levitation,
as they smile, kiss, hug,
and drink a toast to the special one.

The Artisan

mystical signs beckon patrons to enter
new age bling moves all around town
like a carnival goer craving something
entering an opium scented open space
woods, metals and stones sit still moving
defined and undefined shapes seduce
the Takuni sits creating magical jewellery
standing as if a slow spell has been cast
he looks up from the unique creation
I am forever changed by those eyes