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The Luthier’s Ship

weaves paths through broken streams and sings shifting shadows across their darkened faces
While at Mystic Hot Springs, I couldn’t sleep that last night and went up to the pools to soak and relax under the waning moon. The clouds came to play in the moonlight later that night…
This painting is one of a series I worked on several years ago. You can click on the image to see it larger.

reclining under Sinawav’s skirt
they sleep with wide eyes
glimpsing through woven threads
the curious face of a night song
gazing back in sly invitation
gamboling to entertain

basking in the glow of it’s own light
the luthier’s living ship weaves paths
through broken streams
and sings shifting shadows
across their darkened faces

transforming to sift dreams
a baleen expression of indifference
caresses their minds as it
rolls larboard to face them again
unfurling tentacled arms
it returns to the stream

released from mesmeric gaze
somnolent figures stroll
from dream
to dream
as a benevolent eye
watches them go

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