Owl and Whale,
by the light of the harvest moon
Whisper the air
Gaurd the deep blue
They, there to witness
little wonders in awe
Hold fast to the little lands,
little dreams more
Ever than not, in the waking up late
The owl t’whoed softly, ‘Look to your fate’
The whale swam upside them, their eyes on ascendancy, in notes of intensity, ‘Nay, this is your destiny’
Drawing done for #Inktober2018, Prompt: Tranquil
Title: Repose – cos I was listening to my sons composition, on repeat, of the same name. Sooo chill.
Though I’ve spoke in the twilight with Luna Screamed in the desert at Christ Dreamt in the ocean by Proteus’ side Slept next to clouds upon Zeus I am, still, defined, by this divide
I’ve Held heavens horizon by Yahweh’s truce To drink from Pirene as Pegasus stands Gaurding my vice as Gaia tames land. With icharus carried the dragons egg I am, still, in temptation, by my right hand.