The Process
The sound of the pencil,
speaking to the paper,
the words spilling out,
leaving it’s existence in view.
The thoughts are there,
and there they are,
the things I dream of,
the things that can go far.
Write
as much as the person
dreaming of the words
can express onto the paper.
To fully complete
these longed for worlds,
to show their darkness,
and to show their light.
I could allow my mind
to take flight,
soaring though
the pages I write.