We have been taught to read with caution
as letters need to mean the same each time they show.
But the creative child that makes up a new meaning
sees more in each word than a word as is.
He found the magic of the mind that let the logic go.
I read in your eyes more than they do tell me,
and I know it, and still I am content.
Let’s be creative and wonder through those landscapes
never to be ours, but always in our thoughts,
forbidden places where we never went.
We walk a none existing road and sleep in beds together
where we have never slept, feel the linen touch our skin.
Smell the sea and tar from at the harbour’s.
We can pretend we share a moment in a different town,
we can pretend we are creative, and that I have let you in.