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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As children, we all dream, tales of magic, of mystery, and our own imagined destinies; we dream of future prowess, of our own fantastic wyrds – of our glorious, important place in the cosmos. Whether those dreams are of firemen, police, soldiers, artists, scientists, writers, musicians, or something that isn't there, like superheroes or the princes and princesses of old, we all want to be something greater, even in youth. I, too, dreamt these childhood dreams of glory and legend, enchantment and song; I too felt their pull, heeded their call and let imagination sweep me away – for a time. Eventually we move on from the past, accepting its existence, its wonder, sometimes its pain, its place in who we have since become – and so did I, from the fanciful paths of yesterday to the more grounded ones of today and tomorrow. Or so I thought. For, of late, and a litte while before, I have been tending a magic all my own; not the magic I'd envisioned, the kind of fire and ice, light and fury – the kind of word and verse. Now I voice my thoughts in phrase and letter, birthing a new, separate being; a being of explanation, of concepts and sensation, with a life all its own, on the page and in my heart – parts of me, grown in my mind and given form as poetry. And now I've discovered, it's this kind of magic I prefer – the dreams of the past truly can't compare to the realities of today; not when I can take the barest thought, slightest inspiration, and change it into something so much more. Not when I've become not only myself, but a vessel, a repository for idyllic words to come coursing through – for my muse inhabits my mind, beside me, forever changing my outlook and my output; yes, that's my kind of magic.
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