The blank page greets me like an old companion,
A certain peace emanated.
No expectations, yet so much expectation,
As the pages fill their potential anticipated.
Anything is possible limitations fade away.
The magic, the mystery, the mystical creation,
Shows its face, slowly, gently, and so deliberately.
Deep breaths to begin, the possibilities can be daunting.
Nothing is wrong, nothing is taboo.
Wings, horns and wands are cherished,
Their imagery floating into their groove.
One idea at a time, forever liberated.
Now as they find their spot and are at rest,
Friends there any time to devoir.
To take you away, to encore,
On that familiar path to explore.
No place here for reality,
With its limiting rules, high walled boundaries,
Suffocating rigidity.
Only unhindered ideas and memories.
The lines go on and on.
So does the dream, possibility and wonder.
By Karin Roos