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 . . .