I sit as I drag my pin across the page,
Dreaming in my heart of all the things to say,
The places I could go-
The things I could be
As a writer,all the possibilities
I could travel to the east,
Or all the way to the  west,
I could gaze upon the mountains,
Or watch the sun set.
I could go to the moon
Or fall upon the stars
Your imagination never goes to far.
No distance is too far-
No land is too wide,
For a writer to reveal the dreams that rest inside

b.m.