I freefall into magnolia dreams Feeling the rush of incarnadine. Turning daydreams into lines Erasing the doubt that defines. Hueing the birth of poetry As syllables snuggle this coterie. I catch broken pieces of my poem Freeing from angst of my roam. Stars word-play in my ear Lunar rhythms lumiere. I spell musical sounds of my words Push touch ivory of notes curved. I walk into a library of heartstrings Pull out a diary to see what memories bring. I blink into a life that has bruised me Finding solace in my strength's beauty.