Soft as an eyelash
you float on by,
Your wondering gaze meets with mine,
A little sigh,
Some colour.
Now I am at the foothills
And you own the sky.
A momentary passing
then you float on by
And you leave no shadow.
This is a plaster relief based on a kind of celestial being rather than a real human….Something that takes you to the foothills of where you need to be….a belief, a dream or an arrival of a future knowledge that is private and unique to each of us. I wrote the poem after the sculpture and hope it might add another dimension to the piece.
