The Painter and the Poet

Paint me a dream
With craft and cunning
Let your hand be guided by care
Let your eye pierce my armour
Do your worst
Do your best.

You are the painter
I am the words
You wield the brush
I am the colour–
Autumn sky
Will colour my eyes
And your love will colour my heart.

I will sing you a song
And come to your side
Let my thought be as yours
In art as in love.
Create with our hearts
With our spirits and minds
A past to be seen
A present to feel
And a future to be.