The writers high
To see the words come to life before you
With each vowel and consonant
That sings like an opera
Sways like a violin
Coaxing amongst drums and periods.
Writing word by word for a world that lives within your head
Chosen and directed by you to see it true to the end.
A writer’s dream, a writer’s vision
Beauty untold in every way
Flashes and dashes that sink the paper into a drench of endless smiles
Maybe even tears-
To embody vivid emotions and more imagery than a painting in an art museum.
Let our hands bleed red through our hidden tongues,
As the mind takes over for one sentence at a time,
Let us find our way through the blank space-
Of a writer’s high.
