The Sculptor

With A Tool In His Hands
Gingerly Held With Careful Grasp
Hours Spent Hunched Over, In Creative Solitude
That Creates A Story With Each Curve, And Dent
With Each Grove, And Breathe
He Carves

A Blade In Hand He Makes People
Each One Smiles With All the Happiest In The World
He Rewrites Fables and Tales
With Each Piece He Creates, His Imagination Sails
Together, He And Wood
Like Brothers From Different Wombs

As He Forever Carves

Wolves, And Dragons
Deers, And Mountains
Waves, And Flowers
Houses, And Cobblestone Towers

But What He Longs To Carve...

Is Love

Ava L