• A thousand worlds lay at my feet,
    Formed by the words I join and meet.
    I paint new skies with brush and pen,
    Breathe life to birds and beasts and men.
    The gift God gave humans, to create,
    I use to the fullest to shape and make
    New lives and stories to tell and share
    But something still is missing there.

    My fluid written word describes
    In great detail the heart's disguise,
    The kiss of gentle wind on flesh,
    A hesitant and torn caress,
    The voices of the crystal seas,
    The hope shining through broken dreams.
    In all that I conjure by hand,
    A hole breaks through my mystic lands.

    Pictures I paint dance to the tune
    I've etched into the lines like runes.
    They dip and swirl as water flows,
    Pirouette then soar to where stars glow.
    And as they weave around like gems
    In the tapestry of their own emblems,
    Bound together and still so free.
    But who will join the dance with me?