Could I write the formation of a tear in your eye? Causing such emotion that each of my words seems to ravage your soul. My pen becomes a microphone to your heart and the connection that is created beats with similar rhythm. We sway together with the words and realize the meaning within.
Could I pen a scene for your coming dreams? Taking away your freedom of thought and inserting my own imagination. Would you step without fear into my world? Or close your eyes in despair against the coming darkness.
Could I but write something worth remembering. Entombing the words forever upon the surface of a thought. I desperately seek the meaning by the last line and hope that I have done justice to the passing of a day.