This Compass of Art

Over her shadow, down by the rain

Wandering docks, stripped of all shame

Rusty old remnants safe from the sea

Waves of worn memories left here to stain

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Salty reminders of how to feel free

Fish looking up wondering who she could be

Buoyed in her light, her power of now

Reflecting past journeys on her rocky quay

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Living in nature by her sweaty brow

Etching and painting a life not to bow

Alone and excited, this compass of art

Sheltered in port from winds that will blow

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Nobility of purpose the vein of her heart

Pumping out darkness, a new course to chart

Streams of emotion, the place it all starts

Her canvas won’t lie ‘cause she’ll die for her art