arqiosities

On a hand-hewn pedestal imagination coalesced; on milk-white face alight eyes sparkled with a liquid flame.

Some build ivory towers, their hands raw from driven labour, on scratched cheeks, a stricken eye ransoms a sculpted orphan dream.

Across time and the Middle Sea another calloused hand chiselled; laughter on a pine-white face resurrected an ailing heart.

Some can only imagine what others have without trying; when vicarious journeys fail, reality's block they will assail.