I see the trinkets that surround me
But do I really see?
These are so precious to me
They inspire and capture my creativity
But not today
I have no words to say
But those that get in the way
My inspiration does not shine
In silence I seek the divine
And all will be well in time
My Annie doll will speak her mind
And tell me of her trip from Ireland
When she came alone to Ellis Island
The castle will sing its tune, the dancer spinning
And a new story will be beginning
To weave its way into my soul
The faerie pixie will rise and flow
Through ancient dreams and glowing scenes
Dancing on the sun’s rays, amidst the colors of the rainbow
The Kindle will light with fire: reds and yellows; golds and blues
I’ll slip on my glasses so I can see true
The beautiful forests and haunted hills
I’ll experience thrills and wills and chills
As a new world comes alive inside my brain
Some of you may think me insane
As the keyboard beckons and calls my name
Not all the words have gone up in flames
I just had to write them to know their game
Of hide and seek, catch me if you can, find me if you dare
The words will scatter unless you show them you care.
NOW THE STORY LOST IN TIME…
HAS RETURNED TO SPARKLE AND SHINE!
Deborah A. Bowman
