Let's Make Magic

Last night, my absolutely freakin' lovely friend Ainsley and I met for what I hope is the first of many many many (ad infinitum) "writing sessions." Before we began, I suggested we make this like a Bible study of sorts... except, in this case, our subject will be the written word... our devotional, whatever inspires and encourages our written words.

I got home, my head swimming with ideas and my mind aflame as it hasn't been in far too long. But then I did what I am too often wont to do, and I got distracted by iPhone games, facebook stalking, and IM conversations. And I went to bed a little disappointed that I hadn't actually written anything, but still excited about what tomorrow (well, now, today) would bring.

Then, in the dark, buried under sheets and feathers, as I was praying for sound sleep and a restful night, the following words started clicking across the typewriter of my mind. Lights still out, glasses still resting uselessly on the bedside table, I reached for my phone and typed this into my "Notes" :

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I'm writing. I'm writing...
Thoughts pour forth from my skull.
This old typewriter is here
To give words to my soul.

I dream of you nightly
And fight not to love it.
I try to medicate you away,
Yet you fight your way through.

For so long I've avoided
Putting you on a page.
I suppose I'm afraid
Of trapping you here.

You're so much more than a poem.
My words cannot capture
The feelings I'm scared of...
And fear you'll never return.

Your silence is haunting.
I miss the lilt of your voice.
This might mean the end...
(bitter)Sweet dreams, here I come.

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This is the first poem I've written in at least three years... and while it's not very good, I can't begin to describe the feeling of elation I experienced as I texted it to Ainsley... in awe of what had just happened. This sort of thing used to happen to me all the time. Back when I was writing consistently. But again... it's been years. And hot damn... it felt good. It feels good.

See you very soon, pen and paper... typewriter and paper... keyboard and screen.
We're going to be friends again. And we're going to make magic.