Lifeblood drains to barren paper
Pours out through poised pen
Thoughts like little wisps of vapour
Grasped at once again
Stories of imagined travel
Truth told through pretend
Minds reality unravelled
Somehow neatly penned

Words in ink that fades with time
Wander ‘cross a page
Somehow holding to a rhyme
Holding stories caged
So read, lest we be unaware,
Of meaning hidden deep somewhere