Let me
Be the hearth
Where you sit
To work your clay.
I'll not say
"Shape it like this,
Or like that",
I promise.
Let me watch
As you
In absolute agency
Mold your
Mortal dream.
Only -
Sit close
And let me give
A little light,
A little warmth.
Yes -
Warmth especially.
Cold clay yields
To no form.
Let me
Be your hearth.
Sit close -
Be warm.
- Carol Lynn Pearson
