A Fleeting Freedom

I write and yearn and write and dream

translating longing into words;

a world shaped by letters

alphabets arranged: building castles,

awakening dragons, creating dynasties.

Black upon white breathes life 

into a captivating reality,

mirage-like in property,

forever outside my reach,

yet only a thought away... 

A fleeting freedom, 

loosening the chain of ennui

life's routine bestowed.

Alas, friends, dreams are but dreams

and as the last period typed

and the T's crossed and the I's dotted

The fatamorgana fades and thus, I return

to writing and yearning and writing and dreaming...