The Artist

You are the artist that touches my soul
Reaches deepest, where I let very few go
You are the giver, the barer of heart 
The bravest of actions, a thin layer to your art.

You are one of them heavy people
Helping me run up that hill
Where the hounds of love will find me
Under the Ivy
If they ever catch their kill.

The Artist.

© Daniel Breslin