In the day I trundle on
on the well trod path of men,
Yet in the night I come alive
and I am born again,
I close my eyes and instantly
this world just slips away,
And in its place is another land
and a different sort of day,
It's a miracle of the mind,
A gift we writer's share,
And when we touch our pen to pad
we can take you there.
The tales that we tell you
are like memories that we've made,
And are just as real to us
as those of yesterday,
So close your eyes and let us take you
to the furthest stretches of our mind,
Where love and hope and dangerous thrill
are not so hard to find.
For every tale we can share
is another mind set free,
From the daily woes and drudgery,
That haunt both you and me.
About the Creator
LilyRose
Corporate cog by day, poet by night. Writing is my happy place. Comments, follows and critiques are always welcome!
Comments (2)
I loved it! Great poem.
Beautiful poem