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 Continue reading King of Wishes