Fourth Wall

Words on a page

spun from the gossamer

imagination of sleepless

nights and days spent

whittling away at the

colorful quarries of

imagination.

Hours s(p)ent venturing

forth through the fray

of half-formed worlds

conceived of unbroken

ideas.

And after the laboring

you hold out the pages

with fingers trembling

and wait to see if

what you've written

draws them from

the living room

and into your

word-made dimension.

The greatest compliment

is when you must

call their name again

and again just to

bring

them

back.