Works of art

     I find it surprising how much time does slip away
when you work in your artistic talented areas. Though
the day went from light to dark in a blink of an eye.

    Irony of it all is that I don't think I did well. Alas
we are our worst critics. Sadly so much is true. I
find that all I have done, for some reason I find some
area I must improve on.

    Perhaps this is the goodness of Jehovah. Always
checking, proving ourselves righteous. What do you
think?

     So much burning involved in my eyesight that
I must call it a night. Not satisfied that I left a project
incomplete. Ah but the person receiving will not
be coming to attain until next Wednesday.

    Much time can be expanded in the creativity to
get the idea of a good work to hand over. Still even
the I am certain I will notice the flaws. Knowing there
is no such thing as perfeection in this world I must
remind myself to try to like whatever the results are.

   Hmm. Now I slip beneath covers. Hoping for the
honest hours to enter some dreamy state. Then
to find the alarm early in the morning. Holding
onto the hope of getting to appear in a mode before
others arrive.

   Ah yes if I settle, prepare and pray all is possible.
So here I lean back. Purples and lots of words
surround me. Soon the baby blues fall closed and
I begin to entertain the memories of this day passed.

  Creating and filing. Enjoying the slow movements
of time well spent in calm and happiness.

   So now I give results to a project half finished.
Hmm a mark of a seven. Only time will tell if the
piece is a nine or ten. Shrugs.

   Turning the light out beside me. Curling into my
neat little ball. Covered inside a warm cocoon of
satin and cotton. Hmm indeed the smile sits high
for I look forward to the morning light.

  So, if, dear friend you are awake go to sleep. If you
are resting I pray your dreams are peaceful.

   Good night until the light blue skies shine.