The Journey
Walking through
the poppy universe,
My fingers rattle
the hourglass isles
Where the time sings
in the crossroads of hope
I am a brush
painting for miles
Every letter of the names I sit on
Just hangs 
on the family space tree
Which knowledge lock
should I pick,
As providence chisels
a galaxy key?
Balancing myself
on just one finger,
At first I think
that everything is white
From universe to universe
I jump alone
Just to find out
that I am still a child
Uitleg door Akiane:
...As I was diving underwater one day, I met the most beautiful child.
He will be in space, I thought. I will paint him and through him
I will share my own story and vision...
I later found out that I'd called the painting Journey for a reason,
because the painting was lost and after a long time miraculously was found
on the other side of the world...AkianeMeer info over Akiane, haar leven en haar art kijk op:
http://www.artakiane.com