I write of colors
I write of dreams
I write of castles, princes and screams

Sometimes I am an angel
Flying alone in the night

Sometimes I am a princess
In search of her knight

Sometimes I am wicked
With demons I fly

Sometimes I am frozen
With emptiness inside

Sometimes a prism of emotional hues
Always a poet and sometimes a muse

I write about colors
I write about dreams
I write about castles, princes, and screams

BJH

04-03-2005