Explosion of toys

The child new nought of art
Yet his art covered the room
He threw toys every direction
His colours splashed in bloom
He called them all by name
And gave them places to go
Then created conversations between
Each bear and bow.
As if it were sweet cupid flying through the air.
Carrying loves messages from floor to rocking chair.
And as he aged with dignity having learned to reign it in.
He rode upon the eye of space
And the dark blue sketches of hair
That led to gods sweet mind
To live in heaven there.