Imagination

I write upon my Fancy. Often she takes flight to the heavens blue or to starry skies, mountains, forests, rivers or seas, or to a desert and leaves me there till again she flies away to find a flower or majestic tree! I write upon my Fancy; she makes me feel free! Sometimes she flies to places that are grey, but she prefers gold, sunlit sand where she floats on warm breeze. She might even soar high to a wondrous sunrise, for flights of my Fancy are often bright! I write upon my Fancy whether day or night. I love when she flutters like butterflies - flitting over meadows with ease. She guides my writing hand. Though sometimes serious, she mostly likes to play, and with Fancy, I always hope to be.