otally blind to the world Her angel wings gradually gracefully unfurled She has no need to see She can always see nature’s natural beauty

I saw the tree fall right in front of me With such great a force I saw the bright cloudy blue sky Rip clean apart

The naked black silhouette Long hair dripping wet The black and lace wallpaper The naked black silhouette

Spinning the yarn Many colours spinning of yarn Rainbow colours of spinning yarn

Steam Punk girl with her hat with goggles and Ant Eater her travel companion Swirling around in a bath tub Their steam punk transport

I just wanted to go to the beach Have a stroll I was hungry I got something to eat Delicious fish and chips

The Bug Ball covered the delicious green leafy dance floor On the green leaves the insects boogied deep into the dark sparkling night

The Princess Swan and Little Fawn Such an unusual duet An individual dance of their very own The fawn standing proud and tall

On the golden glowing beautiful hill This is where your heartfelt deep red blood did spill This is now where deep red blood poppies grow

The fireworks dancer Born out of many beautiful white sparks She only has a moment to dance She only has a moment to live

The manikin She felt very cold and naked in her white and black heart material skin Her owner is not really into sewing

Gravity has sucked me in This solid thick bricked wall I’m trying hard to escape I push and pull

The metal and steel The beauty so polished My silver steel heart fulfilled Our bodies of steel Disappearing below the deep luscious milk

Meows in space Floating in canvas Light as a feather High in the colourful atmosphere

The Twig & Sprig The local miniature Florist A little bit quaint

You are thoughtfully quiet Attractively humble You can never be too kind Your personality is so addictive

The purple spider crawling back to her dark damp deep cave Cradling in her long hairy legs Her poor defenceless pray

Are we really living in a deep black galaxy tin? All the planets together crammed in a gigantic globe shaped tin

The Old Grandfather Clock A little bit frustrated A little bit upset He twisted so much His stomach is now tied in big wooden knots

As I fly across the white paper Every splash of paint Is like a music chord It can never be replayed