“Momentary weakness is the passing of the night, the full Moon that rides quietly by, it’s the Swans for gliding forever high, on the waves made by our Sun’s rapturous roaring flight, in a mustering up of energy ready for the invisible fight, a gathering of thoughts to win out with last breaths might, as I’ve said before ‘You cannot contain my spirit’ quite, when with all I stand unequalled in this mind, that is ever thirsting for the Light.”

Words for you to picture.

Matt, The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright © 24th May 2015