Where violet paths meet open skies, The earth grows still, the daylight sighs. Soft clouds drift on, untamed and free, Above a land that seems to dream.
And where the farthest colors fade, A quiet kind of peace is made— For sometimes beauty waits in view, Just past the edge, in distant blue.
“Distant Blues”
Where violet paths meet open skies,
The earth grows still, the daylight sighs.
Soft clouds drift on, untamed and free,
Above a land that seems to dream.
And where the farthest colors fade,
A quiet kind of peace is made—
For sometimes beauty waits in view,
Just past the edge, in distant blue.
*Original oil on panel, 2026, framed