Sonnet 1

The way the paper feels against the hand;
pens writing with the hand that gives them life.
Creeping words find the marked path that was planned
inside the head that slices with a knife

forming the pictures deep inside the mind
making them apparent for the plain eye.
They dance across the pages now defined
by how we do imagine your words fly

freeing the captive lives of those stuck in
the endless pages of the written book.
Their lives dance as if they were locked within
the soul creator of the well-known book.

Pictures flash before us while portraits sing
of our desired world from fearless kings.