Magic comes with a price are you willing to play?

My art long dormant, I began to create one day

And long into the night

My lines were fluid my colors sublime.

Shapes and forms filled the page and trailed to the edge of the handmade paper

The texture it provided enchanting the piece

I was high and solitary and felt like I were home again

The light on my studio steady and bright

Moonbeams through my windows highlighted the copper that shown through the French doors out to the porch

ill leave the light on for you