My Skinscape ( Part II)
The hues of poppy, goldenrod , and crimson blind me for a split second as the day's metamorphosis blankets my edifice for yet another installment,
I glance down at my skinscape eager to see what the goddess of nature has crafted to be my identity this day as my muscles relax
With the breeze as pine trees serenely sway.
I see myself in my yoroi katana at my side,
As yet another dragon is inked on my arn symbolizing my wisdom and pride.
I am a warrior who speaks from the heart,
The lines of profound time have freed me from being a young upstart.
Dignity is the image on the canvas of my skinscape.