Little Letters

Sea of white pages,
Filled with unwritten stories,
There, waiting for me.

Shy drafts of new life,
Life within blue-lined paper,
And breath sprung from ink.

Flourishing from heart,
Born in my tears and smiles,
Artificial suns.

Glitter swirls, ink stars,
Galaxies of alphabets,
Unfathomable.

Constellations hid,
Buried ’neath sheets of childhood,
Read me, it pleaded,

Dust covered jacket,
Yielding to anthologies
Of a galaxy.