Within the reaches of my mind, a fiery sun rises,

a bird sings to the sky its melodious song, chirp-chirping,

as the day goes on.

On any given day the peaceful image falters,

replaced with flashes of war against nature or battles against self,

but there an image always stands. 

I can be told how to think, but not how to create 

the landscapes that sprawl endlessly in my brain. 

These beautiful worlds capture my thoughts and feed my heart

with twisting and turning tales of adventure and loss

that bend and flower at my very will. 

I want to tame these fables with a stern pen and paper,

collect their extremeties into the bindings of a book,

allowing their message to ring through the ends of the earthm

tantalizing those who catch them in their ear.

I want to continue to create,

to master the fates and destinies of beings invisible

to all but myself,

and make them visible to all. 

I want to publish my passion and where it as a nametag, 

so all may read and understand what I have to say, 

and impact them.

Each reader shares a part of me, 

welcoming me into open arms like an old friend,

changing me into a man of the world.

I am a creator of worlds,

soon to be a sharer.

Within the reaches of my mind, a fiery sun rises.