14 April 2012
Sheep are but charcoal Disguised in cotton Snowflakes, hardly hidden Behind never-ending stretches Of dry-stone walls Lilies on lily pads, abstract art
The sky is but a mirror Blown away, twisted and reversed Splashes and swirls of white Painted by the wind Illusions of eyes and limbs Carelessly splattered across its canvas
We are but the colour-blind Azure, or emerald?
Sheep are but Charcoal • Opuss № I