A Fresh Mind - A Birthplace of Wonder

There is this joy -

this perverse glee every time
I feel a pen, pencil, charcoal touch a page -

when memories and fantasies 

flood fresh tabula rasas, 

when hearts bleed inky reds, blues, and blacks, 

when whole universes, worlds, dimensions, and beings

explode into existence

with a single stroke of a pen.

When the deep sea valley truths

give rise to mountainous emotions - 

the volcanic passions threaten 

to overtake and destroy all traces of realism - 

only to give life to further creations of the

mind and soul.

Only is it when every space, ever crevice

of the tabula rasa filled, is the

tabula plenus born but yet,

not realized.