My Own World

I have my own world that no one else can see,
my world of letters and words on paper,
where I go to let my spirit free,
here my excitement will rise and taper.

This world of mine, ah, it's so full of me,
of feelings, dreams, love and fear,
my words, to all will sail across the sea,
to some bring laughter, to some a tear.

A world also of brushes and paint,
filled with colors and hues of the rainbow,
pointalism, charcoal, portraits of a saint,
contentment is this world, I know.

I love this own special world of mine,
and as long as there are words to write,
and portraits to paint in colors divine,
I have my world to keep me at my height.

-NightCry- 5/26/77
D. Williams