Craftsman shaping – seeing possibilities in a broken shell!
Eyes that see uniquely, while others only stare.
Grasping some elusive vision – touching what’s in pieces,
He carves within hard shell his visionary form.
Sated eyes that drift, always glancing never seeing further,
The darting shows they’re not within their comfort zone.
They left a cruise ship far away and wander seeking,
for an electric happenstance to give them form.
I am shaping what I touch, yet often simply unaware.
My eyes if drifting, need to see the grace that’s itching to be formed.
When my destiny with pressure rumbles,
will I craft a treasure in my tattered soul,
or, simply what till someone shapes my form?
Author – Bill Tidsbury