I search for things to say,
little words
stringed together like popcorn,
hoping that one day I will create a garland
so beautiful,
it will crown the greatest of evergreens

I search for images to paint,
splashes of color
pieced together like a puzzle
enlightening even the wisest of man

I scramble for the time
to play out my dreams beneath the stars
too numerous to count,
as my hopes,
where once upon a time begins the truth instead of fancy
and the end marks the zenith of expectation