Poem to go with this drawing.

Don't know what to make of her
Dreams to keep at bay
Strange behavior becomes her for what cause
Change and hone the life of her
Sometimes a sharp edge
Defines the line you tiptoe across

Some sweet lucrid...Oh i meant lucid moment
Watches timidly from the well rounded world of make believe

Marching on moments linger on the page
that dewy tears have long rot/wrought

Make, do, concieve in me what you see

The Cracked Pot
May04