She sprinkles words upon the page
Like fairy dust, they build a cage
To hold a dream, a fragile lark
That sings to us a song to fill the dark.
Now she sweeps across the page,
The brush and hue of our desires.
Broad strokes lay out the landscape of our tears,
Depict the depth and colour of our fears.
She lays foundations, raises walls
And turrets in the castles of our dreams.
She turns our gaze across the land,
She gives us strength to understand.