Painting with My Fingers

Pick up a book!

The spark of creativity
Thus unfolds
The innocence and naivete
That imagination often holds.

To frolic and dance,
To paint trees and mountains,
To play with unicorns perchance,
And to swim under magical fountains...

From my mind
To the paper or screen,
Do my fingers tap dance, in kind,
To make what never was, to have always been.

That spark of creativity,
Awakens my mind,
In my heart an raging energy,
With words giving vision to the blind.

Tingles in my fingers
Longing to paint and dance on paper with a pen,
Creating amazing imagery, and stories that linger,
Tales of fantasy, fright, women warriors and loyal men...

This spark of creative energy
What will I create today?
Where will I travel?
Who will I meet? What adventures will I embark on?
Will you share them with me...?





-Breathe-

Falling Water's reading room...

This is what I envision when I think of reading... oh and hot chocolate, the fireplace crackling...