Eyes closed.
Solemn face crumpled,
Deep in thought.
Lines of experience,
Knowledge,
Compassion,
Decorate his brow.

Gleaming in the starry light,
The gentle eyes open,
Filled with a vision,
An inspiration.
Weathered hands cradle the shapeless
Mass of stone.
Gathers up his tools
And begins his task…

Long and flowing.
Interlocking.
Crashing upon one another.
Waves upon the shore.
The curly crests
Carved carefully into the stone.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

Round and deep circles hollowed out.
A delicate peak chiselled.
Two ridges,
A valley between them.
Two grassy plains, soft
And extending beyond the horizon.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

The sharp curves flowing gently.
Sleek and elegant.
The rapid current weaving to and fro.
A picture of grace.
A most beautiful artwork,
Unseen and not to be seen.
Only by its owner.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

Long and slender.
Perfectly, precisely shaped.
Conceal the loving stroke of a mother.
Outstretched, warm and welcoming.
Spread open,
Ready to embrace.
A mother with her beloved child.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

Shapely structures, extending forth.
Anchored firmly
In the ground.
Supporting the stately form above it.
To complete the work of art.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.

His task nearly finished,
The sculptor added his final touch.
The touch of love.
The sculptor was satisfied, at last.
The sun set,
The day was over.
The sculptor pleased.
The masterpiece completed.