If I was a grand architect of design.
If I was the master of texture, colour, shape, style and beauty.
If I could mould and fashion and forge personality, intelligence, sensitivity, sensuality, generosity and strength.
If I possessed the perfect, potent power of pure magic
If I was a wild-eyed cosmic genius with a boundless, endless, limitless imagination.
If my creativity dwarfed and humbled every artist, scientist, writer, sculptor and mathematician who had ever graced the planet.
Even if I had dominion over all things
I still could never create a creature
and as extraordinary
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Marcos Beccari
I wrote and posted this a year ago – and as every year passes, I believe it more.