It grew in stuttering little lines
from a pixilated fantasy
spun stupendously
onto a conscious canvas.
Stroke on stroke
moving forward interspersed
with bewildering blanks
that stood hyphenated
keeping the mysterious and magical hidden.
The gaps merged closer and closer.
Reality rising to near fulfillment.
And then it diffused daintily
leaving the dreamer
in wounded wake
silently speculating
its disillusionment.
Copyright 2008 Anna Kelly