Literature
For Mary: The Process of Creation
I draw at night
Using memories of light
In the hope that the sight
Of my work will please.
The things that I draw
Every marvel, or flaw
In my mind's eye I saw
With joyous ease.
You behold, you might, then praise.
I draw more both nights and days...
You share ideas,
And I trap them with lines,
Adding colors and shade
To give them form.
If my work is skilled,
You behold, and are thrilled
And the two of us filled
With thoughts that warm.
What shall I draw here and now?
I imagine... Draw it how?
I sit erect,
Take my tablet in hand
For my visions demand
I trap them now.
I know what I see,
How can I make it be
What I strenuously
Trace with