Sometimes I wish I could infuse words with magic,
light them on fire and watch them explode
like fireworks in some ones  mind.
Illuminating and brilliant. Leaving an
irrevocable imprint in the eye and
a shadow in the sky.
  I want to burrow into a mind,
to Find a place in solitary history .
But  my words are as
common place
as spring fireflies,  pleasing and normal,
light that is but a fading pinprick