I sleep in a cocoon of words,
sheltered when winds get rough.
They make me giggle
when inner child surfaces.
They move with power
urging self to expand.

My cocoon is my haven
keeping words safe
until ready to fly.
The creative fibers of words
flow continuous
from endless heartbeats
that weave in mind.

And when I release them,
in gentle song they float
gracefully in colorful fashion,
Float, as I steer them
to land in the
landscape of a poem.