Sketches Poem by Leonardo David Tay

The pencil's tip,
A pointed wonder
By one's grip,
Tells tales of here and yonder

Sketches of imagination,
Creativity and creation
Transcending temporal being,
The innocent roams, discovering

Sketches of spatial perpetuity,
Infiniteness and longevity
A relic so new
In possession of few

Sketches of silence,
A haven for silhouettes
Wordless in balance,
A lined dancer pirouettes

The pencil's tip,
Humbled creation
Dare not to rip,
These sketches of no motion