To Myself as I Write
I dare not know what to say
To a white space on blank canvas
Black plastic squares
Strike strokes of splashing colors
In the form of words
Woven together to illuminate
They are but an impression
See them as you will
See the colors
Taste their flavors
Savor them as you would a delicacy
Words are but the building blocks of the soul
A construction erected from the heart
A magical spell to be cast again and again
My spell cast just for you.