A world of my own

I sit to write in the quite of night

Im my hand a pen awakes to the color of life

It takes control, a will of which i cannot fight

It expresses the true creative strife

With every flick and line

I see a world form, a world of love and peace

the pen itself created a world divine

With every word my thoughts begin to cease

A land forms before me

A land completely my own

Now that i let my pen's will free

The true colors of literacy have shown

Trees begin to form among

creatures, none alike

and birds begin there vivid song

My pen has given me view into the light

What words can do 

To the mind of the free

is elegant to say a few

This story i have told must stay between me and you