I dreamed I could move words around on a page
Whether it was a webpage or printer paper
Notebook paper or construction
Didn’t matter

I moved the words with my hands
Not with a pencil or pen or marker
I was a word magician
I could rearrange the letters and position of words by touch
Like they were three dimensional pieces of clay
And they obeyed my hand’s commands

I dreamed I could pick letters and words up
Right off a page
Putting them in their proper places
Like redecorating a room
‘Til everything was just so
Like putting the pieces of a puzzle together
‘Til I had one finished piece that told an awesome story

I dreamed speaking
With an entity
Male, female, somewhere in between
Discussing my gift
Help me, please, I heard it say, desperate
And my questions were as a servant
Asking his master what it was he wanted
His wish my command
But words obeyed my will

I was the magic maker
As I pulled up the sepia-toned webpage and pushed and pulled
Gently placing the delicate black symbols
Where they had been called to be
I knew I had magic to make
And that it was why I was here

I dreamed I was a word magician
And I made such magic on a page