We tread the earth lightly

Seeking that magic to elevate us

Whispers of words long read

Carried to us on dream winds

We step along paths others have walked

Finding comfort following footsteps

Accompanied by imagined ghosts

Carried by ancestors and tradition

We hold our own lightness within us

Lifting ourselves ever skyward

More angels than mortals on the ground

When we let creativity flow

We paint images with our words

Cast spells onto stark, empty pages

Transforming and birthing worlds

Into the heavens of our imagining – Caroline A. Slee