Words hit my heart,
as eyes gaze deeply
onto a landscape of a writers dream.

Phases tickle inside breath.
Windmills in the mind open.
Visions of Light merge,
with new thoughts.

And suddenly,
a new poem emerges,
like caterpillar to butterfly
to grace page.

A poem now birthed
by one named Star Blossom Goddess
meant so eyes may take flight
with perhaps a new evolving idea.