the artist

If what you touch falls to pieces

And sends you crumbling to the floor

These hands will make you a mosaic

And pave it on tomorrow’s floor

If tomorrow’s darkness finds you

And daunting clouds swell black and blue

These hands will color you a sunrise

Wake you to sky that’s changed her hue

If her hue lacks a complexion

And you find it pale grey and white

These hands will sketch for you charcoal wings

To let your hopeful dreams take flight

If your dreams turn into nightmares

And your limbs quake in wakeful fear

These hands will sculpt you a fantasy

To take you far away from here

If fantasy doesn’t keep you

And you hunger for food that’s real

These hands will prepare you a banquet

Cuisine that you can taste and feel

If you tire of the same fare

And the artist whose lost her muse

These hands will craft for you a vessel

A ship I know that you can use

If you find your way back to me

Come dipped in yellow blue and red

I’ll have tired of my studio

I’d rather paint with you instead