A Patron of the Arts

To be a patron of your art, In waking, sleeping play a part, In one sweet dream, God dreams for you; Though not my will, but His, be true. And if by chance I see your face, Or find a dream inside your space, Where art and poems overlap? Perchance my poem finds your lap! Then let me die for bliss like this Is never found in lover's kiss! To touch a soul is like fine wine, What need have I for Valentine, But ponder this (days you feel blue) My heart's a place with room for you! Long Tooth Jan 15, 2018