I lay in the darkness but sleep eludes me.
A clutter of useless thought crowds my mind,
These worries wash me in discontent.
But there is no need for worry--
I shove aside all concerns and center my mind.
I escape this husk
Travelling through visions of creation
In this state, everything I imagine, I can create.
It comes to me within these visions--
Time is key
Take the time,
I can manifest each thing I imagine
Results become unimportant.
I am adrift in sensory images.
My hands caress this design I have crafted from old things made new
I feel the texture of the fabric beneath my fingers.
I am not troubled by the distance of my vision
I can see now that I will create this thing
It does not matter when
It does not matter how long it takes
Just the existence of each artistic vision
Ensures I will somehow create what I imagine
There are no words to describe it
Behind my closed eyes, it is entirely clear.
I can wait--
I just must remember the things I have fancied,
As I drift toward slumber
They warm and inspire me--