To have a world of your own. . .
Is to use imagination.
Is to feel magic.
Is to have a place that is
Yours to keep.
To ride with dragons,
To dance with Faeries,
To sing with birds,
To hear the music and feel the kiss of
The Wind, Rain, Flower,
And Star.
A world of your own,
Is to make up new;
Foods,
Creatures,
Machines,
Games,
To laugh with the sea,
That is what having a world of your
Own is.
Some things about me. . .
- Elanor Willow
- I delight in tales of old. I am prone to severe cases of scriptitation. I revel in playing music, the feel of my fingers rippling down the keys of ruel, creating lilting melodies. Petrichor is my favorite smell. I am a dreamer, a poet, a star-gazer a shaper of words and thoughts and pictures. Errantry is my trade. Drifting between dreamt up lands conceived in childhood and this world, I weave logic and creativity, reality and dreams. But most importantly I am bound by love and life-bondage to my Master, the one who created me and gave me the power to create. The one who saved me by his blood. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
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3 comments:
That's a perfect description, DH. I love it! Plus, I'm happy you got Nori and Christian into writing and imagining so much. Thank you.
that's very good em.
Keep up the good work...
What a beautiful poem Em! Thanks so much for sharing!
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