It started out so innocently–
A scribble of the pen–
Only a scratch or two on paper.
I never had a plan for what I found was to come.
I mused and muddled ‘bout a sunrise
And jotted down a line or two,
And suddenly a sunrise shone into the room.
The mountain next, that I described,
Leapt into life nearby, and I heard the rumble
Through the walls, as its peak rose toward the sky.
A maiden fair and beautiful, did dance across my floor.
Her gold hair flowing in the breeze that does not blow any more.
A battle raged upon the lawn, a hero won his prize.
Incorporeal ideals of love and joy, twirled silently ‘for my eyes.
This sudden outflow I did not expect,
Yet it now surrounded me.
And at the shrill cry of my telephone,
It all did cease to be.