They have traveled far across the world

       The words that stir my soul

       Written by the hand of someone I do not know

       For, I have yet to meet the creator of the poem.

       The man with a mind akin to mine,

       Whose words reached into my subconsciousness

       Like a foetus, as yet unborn, gently stirring

       Waiting to take that first breath of life:

       In the stillness of the night I read once again

       The words of the poem you have sent to me.

       Our minds meet!  Inspiration is born

        Words flow swiftly from my pen.

       ©  Copyright Violet Apted

Midi: "andante - piano"
(www.botan.sakura.ne.jp)

Art: "Transition"
Artist: Habib Zarei
(www.thirdeyedimensions.com)