TRANSCRIBER OF DREAMS

One word

Uttered on high

And I, a seed,

Exist:

Amoeba or

Zebra.

The power of 

Creation lies

Beyond me,

And I, unaware,

Take up space

Set aside just for my body,

My spirit, my

Mind.

From the mind,

Through intervention, comes

This parade,

Idea 

After idea.

Unlike my own origination,

The invention of me,

The thought of me,

The sounds and visions

That fall from my lips,

Stream out of my fingers,

Are only the result of

Being the transcriber

Of dreams,

The artist struggling

To find just the right palate,

Just the right weight of words

Before I can place them

Gently, lovingly upon

The page.

Copyright (c) 2012 by the author