I glance
but from a distance
as the universe of words congregate
in the temple of my mind
and I grab my fountain of ink
and a blank sheet of paper
as these words become a quick reality.

I see the letters
hug and fight in the limiteless ring of my mind
as my ink obeys the masterpiece
my imagination creates.

Two words,
and then I stop, and think, should I?
should I portray the crude pieces
that have been borne in me?

and as quickly as the thought comes
my pen , in unstoppable velocity
race across the plain white lane
that have stretched itself before me.

I smile, I shed a smile a two
I laugh and then I feel sorry
as the lines begin to tell me stories
that ressurrect a whirlwind of mixed emotions,

I am satisfied;

For once only can I give birth
to this innocent child,
as she stares at me
from within the walls of the canvas
that has become my best friend.