The Artisan

Mystical signs beckon the 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 Takumi sits, creating magical jewellery.

Standing as if a slow spell is being cast
he looks up from the unique creation,
and I am forever changed by those eyes.