I dream of worlds
And dwell in realms
Of colours and magics
It leaves my thoughts manic.
I cast spells in letters
Catch minds with nets
Fashioned from phrases
Left on white page.
My fingers dance across keys
and tell tales of many veils
Pulled back and explored
More stories to adore.
My love is writing
And it strikes like lightning
Providing new sightings
That I hope are inviting.
I don’t know what to write.
Ringing fills my ears
And my voice is a faint whisper.
Words vanish as I reach for them
Thoughts die in vain
And all I want is to fill this page.
Light a candle, say a prayer
Maybe someone out there
Will send me something to say.
Sorry for this crappy poem
But this bug has made my body
Its vile home.
Robbed of health, I cannot write.
Here’s hoping tomorrow
This will be set right.
Kember's Journey 