I capture time without moving, stealing smiles and moments, painting memories with light.

I leave powder on your fingers and clothes, and become smaller as your creativity flows. I make the pavement a canvas for art, until the rain makes my masterpieces depart.

The origin of sabotage My soul is from the trees If the path's too rocky Then the Dutch might lend you these And Sherlock Holmes would find my mark A most intriguing clue Could it be more obvious? I am a...

Find me by your house to measure what you use inside Find me as a stick to learn the facts both long and wide Find me on the street to rent a spot to park your whip Find me in a stanza and your rhythm will not slip

A memory of light and warmth Among the soot and ash Stir me up and drown me Else I'll wake up in a flash