I exist because you thought me
And I clamoured for my voice to be heard
For my energy to explode across the meaningful void of silence that exists between our worlds.
I dance between our worlds
I bring life to the lifeless, lyrics to the song, enchantment to the disillusioned
I am magical mystical moments that separate reality and dullness from freedom and spirit.
I lift the conscious to a greater sense of awareness
I create a depth stronger than the deep-rooted foundations on which you build your windiest cities.
I am lighter than air, a whim, a wish, a wistful glance into a wearied past,
A foray into a frozen forest of feelings that no-one else dare explore.
You give me breath and life and send me reluctantly skittering into a world of startling sterility.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse meeting at the bar where we were asked to consider ars poetica which I think is the art of poetry. I guess I tried to see what it was like being a poem.