Writer's Dream

Peaceful night descends as I take a new needle and plunge it into my skin. Red, scarlet letters of my veins.....will tell their tale. Overcome by the high I feel.....closing of my consciousness...lead, to the white virgin page......where my mind is written.....in a code you understand....just listen.....rhythm of my blood.....flowing through the river in your mind.....rouse the poet that drinks herbal tea.......feel his rhythm.his joy.his pain.his whispers circle you, begging to be heard. My heart speeds to the finish....rising under my t-shirt with bumps.....ever so Gentile.

a poem is written. for. y our s oul to hear.

Magdalena Gudzowska