Imagination running wild
the heights
the places
it takes me to,
guiding me
to find a niche
for myself
a space for me
to escape to.
I wish it never ends
the magic that words weave,
I wish the wells of ink
never dries up,
I wish the magic wand
that is my pen
sprinkles the magic dust
on my poems.
I wish I could
keep on writing.