In My Shed

When colours of leaves turn From green to red They exist on a page In a land I call my own In my shed I soared like an eagle Above mountains and scree Travelled on ships of wood Saw many beautiful things All of it... Made by me Trees and castles Queens and Kings Faeries too I saw so many stars Of every colour and and hue Upon a page I felt such angst The heart bled The words healed part of me The rest..... I let it be In my shed The shape of words, and their meanings What it does to me On the pages of my mind I am set free In my shed I can be Anything All is written Nothing said... A myriad stars Inhabit my shed The soft colours of Autumn Come forth From inside my head I dreamt of so much A beautiful thing too To be nurtured Given flight For, in my shed I grew... In the magic of words From inside my head