Creation

The art is all that matters

All people are impermanent

Lovers come and go

Friendships dawn and cease

Family is not the bulwark

That we are led to believe

The only thing that stays

Is the bond between

The creation and creator

One lingers in the other

The blood of each is linked

In an infinite loop of labor

The sweat and sculpt

The push and pull

The anger and the fear

They go into the universe

And create an unknown power

A magic so eternal

A limitless, artistic sphere

Spinning in the cosmic realm

Singing ancient harmonies

In frequencies beyond the ear

The creation something holy

To counter what we know

That one day all we know

All we love

Will be destroyed somehow

Either by the hand of another

Who seeks to do so willingly

Or the constant march of time

Impermanence is the point

For as much as we may long for it

Nothing lasts forever