Without Your imagination
we would not exist.
We are paintings of light
projected on cave walls
hunting for creatures
that have not been created yet.
Since wall-art
is a thing unknown to You
we fill in the details
like the colour of Your hair.
The light of Your eyes,
the small bruise between Your thighs
that drives us to build cathedrals.
Painting: "Diana" Sandra M. Stanton (c)
