Sketchpad Lullaby

The world is all of yours to draw,
A breadth beyond your veins.
Each breath you take, a step you make
To drive your treasures, reined:

Your logic and a dripping brush
Upon a mirror pool,
Dipping where those fall in place,
Your arcs and your slide rule.

Your needle and your nimble thread
That prick a harvest ripe.
Sow and sew of all you need,
And nothing more, that type.

Someday, like me, you'll turn your page
Upon this canvas world,
This world you shade in all its shades,
Says an oyster to its pearl.