It dances in the darkened corners of galaxies,
sleeps amongst collections of brilliant stars.
Sways with the tug and push of merry tides
bringing sweet little shells for someone to find.
Ever patient awaiting its turn in the medleys of planets,
a persistent idea over the linear logic of time.
Its lashes are made of stardust and its aspirations bud with time,
it dreams of the waking world when all is still and silent,
stirs in ebony blankets,
willing the sunlight to dawn and sift to illuminate its opalescent
silhouette.
It skirts the boundaries of a seeking mind,
giving furtive glances of its outline
seducing a victim to fill in the lines.
A tool for an artists' oeuvre.
This is for Joe Cole's creativity challenge which was extremely fun!