Tom Vickers Fri 5th Jan, 2007 Thunderbird on morning skys. The dancers in that vault colide. They flee in fear, in hope, in love, for you are not the peaceful dove. Your Lady all alone remains, the only one, who still retains, a greater light than you, bright one, she still sings the better song. Take her arm and drift awhile, when Sol's your mistress, light's your smile...
Kellen Rice Sun 31st Dec, 2006 Very clever - this is a really warm, beautiful square. nice!
Gareth A Hopkins Fri 29th Dec, 2006 Brilliant use of colour. Watching it on playback makes the process you used even more fascinating.