Master of My Seas
Don’t you tell him what you think he could be. He’s the one at the sail, he’s the master of his sea. The clouds are false so they fall like fog around he.
The hands of his mental perceptions guards him within this time of healing.
Arm floaties keep his head above the land so that his heart can beat and blow like a marching fan.
One day I hope to be like this young man, divinely prescribed an free.
There is a lot that I seal behind these teeth. If I were able to speak, it may destroy the fabric.
Master of my Seas by iBOMS
$3,500.00Price
Measurements: 30" x 30"
Technique: Acrylic & Glitter on Canvas