Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Inspired

I love her imagination.
She approaches me only by writing.
I can't stop.
Like a Peeping Tom I gawk through her windows.
We are kindred she and I but I lilt with jealousy.
She is special; magical - a cupcake shop of pies in the sky.
I'm not special. 
Until she carries me on her back...pages, to the next adventure.
That's what real sorcery is.

*"The Inspired" will be, from time to time, very short original stories of mine.  I hope they touch you in some way.

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