The world is full of color,

Dripping with bright hues of

     Amethysts,

         crimsons,

                emeralds

   Ceruleans,

         roses,

                 golds

Like the water falling from

Icicles in the frozen, shining,

Wastelands of winter.

Colors blend and twist into black 

Twigs on page after page.

The colors beg the idle mind

To be written in 

Because the world behind that

Crisp sheet of parchment is 

Just as colorful as our own

So let me write it in.

 

The world is full of sounds

That allow the dimensions

Of life to surround us;

We are not the only ones alive

And breathing.

          Birds singing,

                   waves crashing

           Dryers rumbling,

                   lights buzzing.

The sounds of life appear on

The other side of the page you read.

You can't hear it but

They do exist within the page

Itself.  A piece of writing

Is a creature to be listened to

If we close our eyes and hear

Words whispered into our ears.

So close your eyes and

Let me write it in.

 

The world is full of smells.

Do you smell that?  That

     Rich

           warm

                 comforting

Aroma?  How about that

     Delicate

           sweet

                 lilac

In the garden over there?

Close your eyes and you will

If you let your mind wander

Through the portal I want to

Create for you.  That world

Of black and white is

Full of the fragrance we smell.

Just let me write it in.

 

We all have a gift and

Mine is with words.  Please

Give me the chance to

Use my gift to transport people

To another world that may or

May not resemble our own.

It does and it doesn't for

That other dimension is two

Dimensional but I will strive,

Until the day I die, to get you 

To let me show you that world

With my words on a black and white

Page of a book.  Just

Let me write it in.

 

Let me show you the color.

Let me make you listen to the sounds.

Let me make you smell the scents.

To write is a dream to last a lifetime;
To write a novel that will move readers

To tears or laughter or questioning

Is a goal for my lifetime.

I want to write a novel that

Will be read to classes for years

After my death so

Let me write it in.