BlackIceBlueRose

Was just a painting - splashes of color put to a wide empty canvas - not particularly special but what do I know? with my tired eyes and yet... The dinosaur was a child, wobbling on a mountaintop - short legs not meant to climb and yet... attainment! Looking out over a valley where a gloomy ice age had begun to creep, to devour... All alone, one of a kind, crying out... tears of a kind in my mind fell from that cliff... Give the reptile a human voice and there you have Man. We cry out for many things- for hope, for home, for life and for love to whom or what for whatever our tired eyes may covet.