Capturing thoughts that flit and float,
with flailing hands and fingers unclenched.
Flowing words can’t fill the paper,
of this elusive scribe hidden in the shadows.
Hunting dreams in the subconscious world,
where monsters live and dangers are real.
The scribe looks for stories to tell,
real or imagined, she doesn’t care.
No one knows where she came from,
try as they might they can’t find her.
From the depths of the shadows she lives,
tasting sunshine and moonbeams where no one sees.
– The Elusive Scribe 032613-