Opened the book
Held close mind
Shadow forms
She wrapped her heart with mine
Writers forever
Nothing more nor less

Come to the land of believing, come and stay awhile, heart and souls do not grow lonely, people live forever, friends never die, and little boys and girls do not go hungry, never does a man or child cry. I am a dreamer off on the sail of the sea, I will sail the heavens as a writer for eternity. Pretending leads to imagination and lots of creativity. In the mist of the hope every once in awhile the souls go free.....

The bed is cold now
Sheets pulled
Yet the book is full
..and the words
will never die