GHOSTS OF CROWS mixed media edition on canvas with original hand-embellishments by the artist (limited edition size of 333 with 33 artist’s proofs)
GHOSTS OF CROWS Ghosts of crows they float, high inside my dreams They talk of coiled trees, green with rounded leaves They tell me what I see I see black and shiny wings I see roots through pallid clouds I see simple sorts of things The sky is neutral grey, so life stands out on top The past is hazed in ash, backwards turns the clock I see sounds and smells from youth; I hear squeaking in my ear I see my Grandmother’s ring, as she holds me in her chair She died when I was young But her voice still softly sings Ghosts of crows they float, high inside my dreams There is a tree that twists and grows, like a wrinkle in my hand I see a child skipping years, and suddenly he’s a man I see a veil that lifts for me, so lightly by my side I see my Grandfather’s smile, as the sun shines on my bride My Grandfather is gone But his grin still brightly beams Ghosts of crows they float, high inside my dreams There are twigs that circle round, and love that is reflected The slumber carries gifts, that are simply unexpected What an image means to some, is to others something more A memory told on wood, can show all that I adore So I close my eyes to sleep And wait for what it brings Ghosts of crows they float, high inside my dreams