Poetic License

If I could take poetic license  
Wishing to be the inspiration    
Tugging at your fingertips    
I would imagine you sitting at your desk    
Atop a tall tower with only one window    
As you etched your emotions into the fibers    
Of parchment with your ink stained quill    
Then upon finishing your verse    
Folding the page into a paper airplane    
And sending it out of the glassless window    
Where it takes flight on a breeze    
created from the warm and sensual waves    
Emitting from your heart and directed by your soul    
As I sit atop a tower across a valley of endless hopes    
Awaiting your next airmail of poetry    
That will most assuredly inspire a response    
And carefully folding my creation of inspiration    
To be carried on the Winflow that circles    
From tower to tower as our souls command the currents of time    
Never to run out until one day the wind becomes strong enough    
To carry you across the sky above the deepest valley    
When finally you arrive at my window    
Floating on an umbrella woven from you long blonde hair    
And we sit together at my desk, writing poetry for only our eyes to share    
For only our hearts to feel...    
  
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