I read you
and in a split second,
you remade me.

Moved me,
across rooms, fields,
mountains, deserts,
through jungles, oceans, slums.

Great expanses of mind territory
traveled, explored,
maped out.

Awakened in dark hallways,
lit by candle light
or the moon through window panes,
elongated shadows stretched
eerily at my feet.

Words that heal wounds,
ignite uncontrollable fires,
freeze entire worlds
in an instant,
raise the ghosts of the dead
in the midnight hour.

All of this,
the others gave,
loosened,
in night silence,
by the slow turn if the page.