The Magic of Pens

The desolate mind
an empty blank page
the paper in front of me
is idle and vague
the pen in my hand
my magical tool
this is what ignites me
to write at all
I can create a new world
I can spill out my mind
let my pen set on fire
with glorious light
open my eyes
with this magic, I fly
I see new lands
let me visit new places
where I am the queen
I open the door
between writing and reality
see the world through my eyes
see what I want it to be
writing conveys me
it carries me high
let the tradition of writing live
and never let that light die