by Crystal Cook

Created on: September 12, 2008   Last Updated: March 07, 2011

In the serenity

of sweet silence

a passing muse

softly beckons

and together

we soar high above

this plane of

existence.

With pen in hand

I wrap my soul

in the warmth

and wonder

and whimsy

of words.

I revel

in the release

of my spirit,

transported to

that perfect place

where words

have meaning

and substance

and voice.

I give

the breath of life

to my every thought,

my every dream,

my every desire

surrounding myself

in the peace

they bring.

I fly without fear,

with words as my wings,

frolicking fearless and free . . .

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