Whispers of the Quill

With my solution upon my parchment bright I conjure worlds where imagination takes flight The ink flows free, a wondrous, winding stream As letters spin forth, fabricating words unseen A tapestry of meaning, rich and vibrant, is gleaned The poet's craft, a magic, all its own, is spun Within the story, rhythm and rhyme find its time A symphony of language, a harmony sublime The words come alive, a dance, a sweet, sweet crime In this realm of fantasy, I find my peace Where words are woven, a cloak, a gentle release From the mundane, I escape, and find my release The quill whispers secrets, of a world untold A realm of wonder, where the heart doth unfold A place where dreams are born, and magic is told In the silence, I hear the words take shape A whispered promise, of a tale to create A world of wonder, where the heart doth await The parchment whispers back, with a gentle sigh As the words take form, and the story comes alive A dance of language, a wondrous, winding flight In this world of words, I find my heart's desire A place where imagination, doth set the fire A flame that burns bright, a beacon in the night The quill and parchment, a wondrous, mystic pair A partnership of magic, beyond compare Together they weave, a tale beyond the air In the realm of poetry, I find my home Where words are woven, a tapestry, all my own A place where heart and soul, are forever sown The whispers of the quill, a gentle, guiding hand That leads me through the realms, of this wondrous land A place where magic dwells, and poetry stands.