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
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