Scroll of Imaginary

Ok, let me explain my way of writing poems.... which are not really poems, they are what I like to call Ramblings. I really dont like sitting there trying to figure out schemes. I Just like to Write. When I write these(and sometimes it happends when I paint) I find myself either withdrawed or dreaming while I'm working and the results come out completly different than I was expecting. And this "Poem" explains that. I know it's probably hard to read in the pic, so I'll type it Here:

From reality I fall
In darkness I lay
In solitude I live.
I sleep and daydream
By reflections of grey
&dance with the ghost of the moon.
By Owls winged-pulse
By the songs wolves mourn,
I find myself alive
In the dim reflections my dreams lie.
Withdrawed in shallow imaginary,
I steadily lay a painted stroke in my memory.

Welcome to my canvas,
Where my world thrives.

Copyright. Elena E. 2/6/05

If there are people out there who are interested in reading more of my work, I'll go ahead and post some more later. Let me know, K? thanx for viewing!

~*Blaze*~