I saw a man selling sunlight in jars
I bought one
for you

orange light glow across the bay
some ones home
small cottage
haven from the world
free from politics and war
the rough and tumble of the market
a solitary humble abode
breaking darkness this side of the hill
homely warm welcome little house

As your brush
Gently, softly strokes
The white canvas on easel
The paint swirls delicately
Ingeniously you mix the rainbow
Of colors on your magical palette
Blending them all together to create your scene
You could create a whole new world of wonder
Just for me and you
And I often wonder what I would paint
If I were such an artist as you
And held all the magical illusions
Right at my fingertips
But since I am not an artist
I can still soak—drink in
The beauty only you can give birth to
The worlds of imagination
Only you can see
And paint upon canvas
For a poetess to see!

~Marian~