You live in a writer's world
Your hands chained to imaginary fetters
Of an unopened story
Waiting to burst through your pen.
A universe born
Through black swirls of ink
Of characters and places
Where your imagination can soar
You write a rhapsody of dialogue
Pages are filled with midnight scrawl
Of description and scenes
That show a keyhole universe unreachable.
Tired eyes and tired hands plague you
As the sun breaks over the horizon
You lay down your pen,
Close your notebook,
And kiss your world good morning
Before you surrender to dreams
Black and white and technicolor
Where another unwritten legend spawns in your head.