In Her Mind

Inspiration is on my fingertips Like dirt from the laborer's hands. Breathe in me. Listen to my atmosphere. See my cause. I feel a release. A release, from the life. Here, nothing stirs but the wind. Using my mind as a paintbrush Decorating my imagined environment Into something...beautiful. Mine. Its mine have and to hold. To sleep with. To daydream about. To love. Behold a dream. A dream giving me light. Hope.