Analysis of Artist Poem

My works of art are beautiful
In them I see and feel my worth
The endless lines I try to find
The endless colors of the earth
And in the loss of my own image
A reflection I can't bare to jot
I look at all I've done so far
And still am full of waking thoughts
I wake up in the sand dunes
I wake up and I'm on black hill
I wake up and I'm in the river
I wake up and I'm all alone
I wake up and I'm in the sky
I wake up and I'm in the fields
I wake up to the Golden Light
Streaming through my window clear
In depths of sorrows
Happiness and horrors
I'm filled with the beauty of this world
Interpret it so other feel
And ingest the images in me still
My gifts are not for me
They're for the future of this world
To inspire long after I'm gone
And I think that's why we all create
To give love long after we write our songs
An attempt to outlast erasure
Cause love is all that outlasts the loss