The Potter

I emptied my hands to set it free

Knowing that I can never again see

The beauty that I held for so long

Now lives in someone else's song

Closing my eyes won't let me sleep

For I lost something precious to keep

Dreams are now dry and brittle as clay

Its colors are diluted in hues of gray

Come back to me my true inspiration

My art is worthless without perspiration

I'll shape my words sensibly with passion

If only it will be glazed by your compassion

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29 March 2016 / 12:31 PM

In my home / Sunday