Write me into being one word at a time
Ink my hair in curls and wisps shining in the evening light
Type me in a soft pink dress hanging just below the knee
With a layer of cotton and one of lace
Erase the shoes from my bare feet that I might feel the earth
Compose music of harp and flute
Played by faeries in the forest
Fill the tree limbs with letters green
Pen bark upon their trunks
Slide paragraphs like rapids down the river there
Punctuate the sounds of water running over rocks
Edit out the midges, mosquitos, and the like
Unfold this scene in details
How my eyes search for your face
When my smile shines at your approach
Wrap your arms about me
Fold me closer to you
We’ll dance out of the pages
We’ll fly and never land
We’re a dream the muses sent
We’re pilgrims on a quest
In the end we must conclude
The ink has dried
The type’s been set
The paper’s in the printing press
Send me out into the world
Hard booked or paperbacked
When you sign the copies for your fans
Allow that it’s for me they Stan
