Dandelions made of snow
blown to form sand castles made of memories,
One push to knock down a kingdom of emotions.
Inhaling the aroma of cinnamon,
exhaling cascades of sweetness.
Beyond my dreams and past my collections,
do not measure the time
the space or the distance
between here and there.
I made a deal with a cardinal,
for the power to fly and sing melodies for company.
Upside down- it's different now,
the clouds guide me,
it is what it seems.
Forget me, I'm free

Where does the creativity go?
When you've learned to protect it,
learned to shelter it from the demons
that spilled ink onto your pages.
Pages splattered with tears that folded pages,
Glued so tightly with promises
to never let them in again.
The seal is becoming weak,
Tugging at the pages kissing each others backs
Words that were bolded now struggling to find a way to breathe.
Look back at the edges, bend over to listen
Define the taste of the invitation sent by your creativity
You left your creations here,
Follow it within and find it knocking at your chest
Your mind
Your heart body soul- awakening connections
Your creations, they're yours
Water the thorns and the roses too
Watch them mingle
Lead the next trip, the seal is broken
New pages are ready,
guided by your print.