Walking down the road of Hope

Editing the third draft of my book,

I jumped on a train.

There’s a man with me,

but he’s not here for real

he dances in my imagination

like a poem dances in a heart.

That man walks on the green mile to hell,

but me, as Lucifer, well…

I will guide him to his sweet death.

Because in death we’re free for real,

in death we dance with angels,

not a single minute before our time,

not a single moment after that.

Our power, as Writers, is to capture

every shade of emotions we see,

every tear humans drink instead of spilling it,

every sigh they suppress until they breathe again

every precious moment that has yet to come.

Darkness guides me because I’m not afraid,

follow your inspiration

and steal

with all My love and blessings.

:)