fingers

my mind takes a break as my fingers begin to write
everything I wanted to say is left behind
in amazement of what is being crafted
my fingers move swiftly, knowing their time is brief
for in a fleeting moment reason and logic will take over
and my fingers will be rushed away
hiding until their unforeseen time is upon them
lines they hoped to finish will be done an injustice
dreams, left to be grasped
but now they write
freely
truly
they write
not a thing stops them as they create
imagining things that could never be thought
achieving things that could never be won
loving things that are never cherished
-silence-
their time is gone
the world they fashioned is frozen in time
waiting
longing
desiring the moment when life will return
true life who’s match cannot be found
life that only flows
when my fingers take over