(be sure to listen to the music while viewing the image)
Frequent approachments stand
Toward unending visions.
My eyes cry out for cease
Yet, even as my mind speaks out
They continue to increase.
Reaching out for new skies to scan,
Seeking better ways to live.
Searching for another door
Or another way to give.
I have my life to offer,
Yet I must keep in control.
Each and every forward movement
So as not to lose my soul.
Tomorrow come to me as new hope found,
With yesterdays’ forgotten sorrows.
Send with it clear days ahead
And new visions for lasting tomorrows. . .
Fractal created in Incendia with added flame from Apophysis, edited in PWP and Photoshop, added Fractalius filter on layer masks with blending modes
Music: The Mars Volta – The Widow
Thank you to:
Smoke Brushes by Falln at deviantart.com