The Window

The Window

By Windstorm Kells ©2002

 

The words from a blank page spring out in wonder,

          For once filled it becomes power.

Having the creative flow speak to you,

                   Is a form of writing cue.

Everything comes from this flow to the page,

                             Releasing our minds from this stuff cage.

Writing what our soul states with loving care,

                   Allowing our minds to roam if we dare.

Into our being we grasp words for the page,

          Weaving words, like spells from a mage

Nothing will stop the creative flow,

                   Inspiration makes the world glow.

Don’t allow words to fade from view,

                             For they spring from the blue.

Over and over we try to find,

                   The right word for our working design.

Windows of our soul can be sought after,

          By climbing the mental stairs of the tower…

 

                  

... of who we really are!