Dreams lay awake in the subconscious mind awaiting to come on the stage of the living and be true. Never knowing who will they come true for, not realizing what desires they will give birth to. Chased by the light of the sun's insatiable moves during the day, the poet dreams awake of all the stories he or she will be able to convert from dream to paper. At night the shadows of the poet's mind play with the solitude found in the moon.

Silver silhouette inspire the ink of the pen, the typing and the screen viewing. The author's heart is bleeding her work into life. Searching for images of love and hate, faith, God and spiritual truth he gives birth a new piece every time, drop by drop her heart distillates the intoxicating story of dreams.

Often drawing a new entity for every dream has a face never seeing before. His words help others see the written words in the book of life. As long as she has her eyes closed, he sees the links between humans himself, herself and life.

With innocent ears and a childish soul, he re-writes stories, her words are tools used as a writer's marks. Scratching the sky and making it rain he knows just what to say and how to say it. Her time is the time given to her by God. God's time is better than his time. And so the writer moves on day by day awakening to the mysteries of words.

Always pursuing an outcome or idea, she defines old words with new meanings and his words become part of the echo in the sky. State of mind that illuminates a poet's heart, all tangle together his mind, her body have no gender no boundaries it is all connected in harmony. Words fall behind ideas and beliefs but they also make new ideas worth believing in, writing is never simple.

But the writer is never stopped by challenge. Poetry will always exist as long as there is life and poets to write it. She may lack of paper, and then he will write his words in the sand. He will lack of eyesight, and then she will be his eyes, using his words as the echo of a typewriter.

No words will be forgotten, all words in existence will one day be written by poets and repeated by all of those touched by this mysterious form of communication. Such a tangled mass of emotions, the poet's mind is here to enrich life.