In the Sea of Words

Diving In

Swimming with the dreams
the words
the ideas
that come…
Come from where?
Do they indeed settle
like fairy dust
or the webs of a magic spider
breathed in whilst asleep?
Or. did my soul pass to
a strange land
where ideas live
in the company of
language ornately decorated.
Did Cyrano speak with me?
Or Shakespeare?
Ah, But to question is foolish.
Be it The Muse or synapses,
the words are here to flow.
Flow and Flower.
And I am the vehicle
of Creation.
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Dana Sanford ~ 2019