TERRA COTTA

Deep breaths,

Calm, composed,

Spiralled thoughts, 

Solitude.

Modelled from the very essence

Prime, and raw, 

Carved from the sands of time

Beauty undefined. 

Hourglass, barely trifling,

Breath slowly stills, 

Fixed gaze upon beauty that is,

Not a shroud of spite in sight.

Work of art,

Nature’s very own,

Transcendent beauty,

Pure heart well known.

First steps in a perfect duality, 

Lightweight foot ahold, 

Minimal pacing,

Primal stories told.

Formed from ashes

Dust and clay,

Moulded to beauty 

As alive as day.

Blood, and bone,

Flesh, and heart,

Perfect in unison,

The creation of Art.

Heartbeat, echoes deep,

Resonance fills the void.

Ripples through pitch black

Tremble the skin.

Force like fire, 

Heart like gold,

Spirit like wings, 

Love, untold.

Make a wish,

Keep it close.

Hear the hands of the clock tick,

Moving, now unfroze.

Finally blow breath

Into its existence, 

Make it alive,

Let it feel.

Ordeals faced,

Trials completed,

Bounds broken,

Limits receded.

Life is complete, 

Now we go,

Back to ash, and clay,

Falling to the ground, ever so low.