I did this piece of art for a relative some time ago…
The King of Wishes
The light dances across my head,
warming my fluid world-
so quiet.
Soon will come the shadow hands
that throw the miracle
gray specks.
Through the thrashing color and light
I fight for my portion
of life.
The shadows recede all too quickly
with no pennies left to spend
or throw.
Copper disks are scattered below,
remnants of the wishful who
believe.
Perhaps I will collect them all
and pierce the crystal surface,
rising,
For I am the King of Wishes
drifting along teal waters
in secret.
Sshhhhh…….
Cheryl KP
Tropical Affair 