Your notebook
teases your words
to burst out in forms
you barely recognize,
but that you read with wonder,
admiring their speaker.

As it drags you
through caverns of memory,
desire, and imagination,
remember, it's your journey.

Words are for
honoring what was
and who has been lost,
creating new playgrounds,
love affairs,
gardens and galaxies
of truth and beauty
built on their sturdy backs.

Emerald sky awaits,
so lift off and sail.
If your trips around the sun
teach you nothing else,
learn this--
don't let the sadness
overtake you.
The light will come.
Fly before you die.

I wrote this for 100-Word Song at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog, inspired by one of my favorite songs, "See a Little Light" by Bob Mould, and also by a challenge to use the word emerald in a poem, and by seeing the movie The NeverEnding Story for the first time.