for seeing my visions

 

each time I look at a building space

I get inspired by the how

where does the art lie

inside the heart playing loves fiddle

or in the middle mind beyond all lines

knowing franklin lloyds wrights sonata

I wonder what cycle living he being upon time

how does one get to be enjoying ideas like these

who gave him the wind and materials 

for seeing my visions come true

as I entertain light and shine up right

I place my hand into the land

to see what shall rise up for me

for bringing a smile upon art baby blue