the words do come slowly
don't they, little fawn?
To bridge the gap
between what you
feel and what
you say
takes the stuff of heroes
I am a painter of words
the master of colour
and tone
borne from the hues
of us called emotion
It is to flay the soul
wide unto the world
that is my task
alas,
it is usually my
own that suffers
But, nay, there's the trick
It is in the expression
that we come most
to life
We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James
