I hold the world in the palm of my hand

It has a spine like the trunk of a tree

It is a lone tree on a faraway land

With colorful fruits so far as the eye can see

 

They grace my eyes and enlighten my mind

And into these lovely fruits I bite

A world of stories in a single line

With the promise of an untold tale and an unseen sight

 

I’ve been cursed from the moment I saw the roots

I knew I could not resist it

Even before I could reach the fruits

I longed to know how they tasted

 

Some tasted of love and others of lust

While others tasted of the salt of hate

A few tasted sour with disgust

And others tasted mad with rage

 

So many tastes I never knew

The more I grew, the less I could see

For as I grew

So did the tree

 

And my feet have now left the Earth

I cannot escape this path of lies

Perhaps I’m blessed or cursed

But either way I continue to rise

 

So herein I climb, higher and higher

And pick fruits of tastes unknown

One tastes of truth, one is a liar

And looking around, it is not alone

 

Many fruits tell us lies

Of epic battles and magical places

Of falling kingdoms and lovers’ rise

Of God’s many faces

 

They tell us of schools of magic

Of lost love and battle scars

A story so tragic

It’ll forever remain in our hearts

 

Others tell us of magical children of the divine

Of abandonment and betrayal

Friendships that those divine Titans couldn’t divide

And ships that finally set sail

 

Some tell us of of chained angels and deaths in vain

Of clockwork royals and parabatai

Of love and loyalty and endless pain

Of friendships so great they leave you high

 

And other fruits taste other ways still

So many flavors on this earth

One might even say

As many as there are words

 

But I climb higher still

More fruits I’ll never stop reaching for

For these fruits are my home

They bring my heart to roar

 

They awaken within me

A spirit I didn’t know I have before

Herein now I see,

We can only go from here to whatever is more

 

I define inspiration as that which gives me purpose and meaning 

That which in this world of sorrow makes my heart soar

Stories of ink that make me think of greater worlds far away

Where the mighty birds of all hearts fly forevermore