I tried to draw you from your shell

into the light where you might rival Venus

I drew you close when I spoke the stylus broke

the peace of tranquility between us

I drew a breath from the reckless air

colored it aether and transpare

drawn without lines or shading

insubstantial and fading

I drew the curtains a little our of proportion

barely covering the window frame

I drew a bath

the ink ran down the drain

I draw a picture of water from the well

And draw my day closed at the vespers bell

I draw conclusions after careful thought

Finding what I sought and what I ought to be Doing

how I ought to be Loving what I ought to be Saying

I draw the blanket tight round my neck

On second thought up over my head

to snuggle down where ghosts can’t peek

Then draw all these thoughts together and down

into a deep disturbed sleep.