So I thought...
Then I wrote a poem for myself. From my memories, I laid a line of thought for the viewer to travel down when experiencing this work of art.
The Poem reads:
With closed eyes
the soft sound of breeze through the leaves
crackle of the fire
warmth of the glow
leaning back
with opening eyes
Heaven's many lights!
Reminds me of a time
when our fingers touched
and fusion lit a star.
Each line of the poem is written in gold, on gold lines connected to the compass in the top right corner.
Stephen- this is fantastic! I love this so much. -CSL
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