Blanket

The heart is all-seeing. As I write, I see images.  As I paint, words overwhelm me. I’m afraid if I stifle  this torrent, I will go numb, and if I stop writing, I will go blind… and will lose everything , protected only by the gentleness with which you cover me before sleep. With warm, blue blanket. Like a night fireside, starry  as a celestial sea.