DAMP COLD GRASS SURROUNDED US, HIDDEN FROM THEM ALL A NIGHT ILLUMINATED BRIGHT WITH STARS
CHILL FROM THE AIR SETTLES IN
MERGING CLOSER TO ABSORB EACH OTHER’S HEAT
IT FELT SO RIGHT
COMFORTABLE AND EASY
MY HAND ON YOUR CHEST, YOUR HEART BEATING FAST THIS MOMENT CHANGED OUR LIVES
THIS MOMENT EMBEDDED IN TIME
THIS MOMENT SHOULD NEVER END
RIPPLES ROLL ACROSS MY BODY WHEN YOU TOUCH ME
LIKE THE WATER IN A STILL LAKE AT THE EARLY MORNING’S RISE
AS A PEBBLE IS SKIPPED ACROSS THE SURFACE.
I AM YOUR DREAM,
YOUR ESCAPE FROM REALITY.
A NEVERLAND, I AM YOUR PLACE
TO PLAY AND LAUGH, LET GO AND BE.
I AM YOUR VISION,
YOUR ILLUSION IN YOUR HEAD.
AN IMAGE, I AM WHAT YOU CREATE TO FILL YOUR VOID.
I AM YOUR CREATION,
YOUR PAINTING ON A WALL.
A MASTERPIECE, I AM FROZEN IN TIME
DEPICTING EVERY EXPRESSION OF YOUR HEART’S DESIRE.
Writing not what she knows, but what she feels.
“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people, not characters. A character is a caricature.”
“Write while the heat is in you. … The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with.”
—Henry David Thoreau