The Words Are Written

The words are written
And magic flows
Running in rivers of black
A mix of colors light the mind
An imagination born
Winds twist through the lines
Pushing imagination inexorably forward
Guiding it through perils
Impressing in the mind ideas
Lives are lived in minutes
Worlds are built in hours
Memories live for years
The river flows from hand to hand
As the winds blow the colors change
Perils increase and diminish
In the depths of black they stay the same
In the mind’s eye they live again.