Moon of July
Red as it gleamed
Devouring every cry
And the deepest mind within
When the birds of hope
Flew across the pinning night,
A wanderer of the real
Sought an answer for what’s surreal.
Bliss and misery
Demand a virtue to plea.
A thousand, they say
Able to vanquish the fear that haunts,
Give hope for what can never be,
Conquer all delusions that scorn.
In solitude my soul restored.
With nothingness ahead
Should I be glad, mad or sad?
So tell me, brother, tell me, sister,
Why do we fall?
Good day, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm an artist of words and vision.
May you're blessed with joy and glee,
And have some little piece of me.
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.