Letters standing side by side,
spaces in between words,
words that bring to life,
of a daydreamer.
Worlds come apart yet made whole,
with paragraphs slowly filling,
empty sheets of paper,
with a pen that bleeds,
dark ink from its lips.
Folklores and forgotten tales,
magic and mysteries do tell.
For there are eyes and hands waiting,
to read the lines and turn the pages,
to get lost in the world you’ve created.
-The Elusive Scribe 041013-