My Gift

Oct. 18, 2024

You came from nothing.

Whispers of the mind.
Birthed from a chaotic cacophony of reveries.

From the ceaseless noise, I brought you to life!
I trace my quill across the great white nothing.

It kisses you for the first time.

And with every stroke of black,
You reveal more to me.

With every new scratch I make on your cotton skin,
You gracefully awaken.

Lines begin to breathe.

From the colors, emerges a pulse.
From the streaks, emerges a story.

You step forward from my paper dream.
A mind frankenstein.

You look out and see me.
Don’t worry! No need to lift your head.

Just dance in your universe,
And I’ll dance in mine.

They don’t know you, but I do.
Your story is my story.

This is my gift to you.