My father.
Thou now dwells in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name.
Yesterday battles to find a slot.
Within the land of tomorrow.
Well everyone knows, tomorrow never comes.
Yesterday, well it never left.
My father who art in heaven.
He left me a legacy.
From the land where pens play freely making words,
Pictures and scribbles.
Colours bright and vivid words.
Visions from words.
Words from visions.
Experiential images.
Crazy, mutated cultivation.
Preordained Christmas celebration.
Written in those stars that always twinkle.
In the eye of the mind.
(c)LIVVI