Worlds Come to Life on Pages

Writing comes from another realm.
I close my eyes to the empty page;
words, images arrive like wishes.
A genie bottle of treats and
treasures from a jeweled cave.
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A passion that keeps giving
as long as you believe.
Peter Pan and Mary Poppins'
words fly in carpet bags
or travel the river with Mark Twain.

Time moves quickly, a magical hourglass,
sands of amazing colors create illusions.
Serendipity blesses me for I believe.
Just lay my head on a fairy pillow,
ticket to a land where fantasy lives.

Softly land in wild flowers,
a garden of literary joy.
Books untouched by humans
open with care, to be read first by you,
imagine how rich you would be.

Writing is joy given by God
gifts lie in wait for the reader.
Believers travel to mystery lands.
Angels, dragons, fairies, liars and lovers.
Heroes and traitors; here is your ticket, dear fan.

By Kathie Stehr
April 30, 2006