I want to write with eloquence.
So the words flow out like shimmering molten.
To capture your eyes, and ears, and imagination.
To entice and entrance, to whisk you away to a freedom so real your forgotten.
Poetry in motion.
The movement on the page moves beneath your fingertips as your eyes journey forward.
But what words to use that hasn't been?
What dream to unfold that hasn't already been woken.
How do I capture you my vivid minded reader.
Come with me, hand held out in blackened ink.
Ride with me on this leather bound emotion.
Gold trim, silver bronze, faded smelling paper, brimming with undiscovered wonder.
Echoing chants of olden lore, the bobbing of the ocean.
We take a journey with imagination and,
I find I've captured your devotion.