I am sometimes asked if I am for real, especially when I thank someone for inspiring me or when let my imagination run away in creative play or fantasy in rhymes... I often scare people away, they don't know what to say, when I make it personal, when I actually tell someone they inspired some of the words I write, especially when I let myself fall in love with the dream they help inspire... but if I tell you I know it's all fantasy and get all rational, that would destroy the magic and whatever art there might be, so can I just say that the process of writing my rhymes is simply accepting the inspirations all around and letting the passions and dreams and my imagination flow out into words...

perhaps an example of how it works would be better than any sort of explanation... I looked at this photo and these words were inspired... let's call it (My Very Own) Personal Heaven and hope nobody minds

I wish that I could be a book
that you'd read every night
so I could snuggle up with you
when you turned out the light

I wish that I could be the words
that live inside your heart
for that is where my very own
personal heaven would start

I wish that I could be a song
that you'd sing every day
so I could be between your lips
and deeper when you pray

I wish that I could be the words
that make love to your soul
for that is the most beautiful
place I can imagine

and I run out of words
and I run out of rhymes
and I run out of breath
when you are on my mind

and I hope this honesty
is not as awkward as it seems
but I hold you every night
in my dreams

I hold you every night in my dreams

I wish that I could be a book
that you'd read every night
so I could snuggle up with you
when you turned out the light

I wish that I could be the words
that live inside your heart
for that is where my very own
personal heaven would start

so I hope you don't mind
that I expressed myself like this
it's just the way I love
it's an innocent kiss

it's my way of saying thank you
for the feeling you give me
when I look into your eyes
when I hear you sing

I run out of words
and I run out of rhymes
and I run out of breath
when you are on my mind

and I hope this honesty
is not as awkward as it seems
but I hold you every night
in my dreams

I hold you every night in my dreams

would you make my dream come true
would it be so wrong
would you accept this gift I made for you
would you sing this song
sing this song