Dennis Faherty
Wail, cry, the sky has churned. Storm raising, amazing this change, coloured blue, grey, flashing red, I see, none can compare this rolling wonder.
Wind blasting, drops slicing, striking opened face. Stinging when struck, now the choice, one that should have been made. Run, run, yes, seek cover, my body yells, though this covering pain, is nothing to this offered image.
I see, this portraiture, opening, changing before my sight. Colour raving, extracting, aye, I am captured. Lost within, this still splattering, coating my inner self.
Stay, never change, my new bond. Rival none, only this capturing of my sight. You, I have sought, your worth can and will not be judged. Only your rival, the sun can take this moments thought, balancing what is, offered, given to this old son.
Super Cool Nice Speedy Art!
appreciate your support..I am on the road again, searching new impressions. Something that comes about when I reach my self-tolerance level. Always impatient with myself. thanks of the compliment, it started my morning in a grand way..