My imagination
Runs rampant again;
Like children at play
Fighting for the swings.

I find myself anchored
To your words.
Drawn into a foreign tide
And pulled into the mystery.

Your smile ignites
Something long forgotten--
A spark of light
I lost as a child.

I find this curiosity
Peaking my interests.
Because I never imagined
Looking into a mirror.

Your smile a part
Of a beautiful prose
That blends with your words
Into poetry.

The alluring call
of your pen
Is strange
To say the least.