My words are talismans,
vessels with which I transport
my dreams through time.
Their journey never began,
nor will it ever end.
The vessels will age,
the meanings will change,
the intent will be lost.

Yet, their true power was never on the page,
it was born before they were written.
The words are merely the clues,
the power is not on the page:
The page is the portal,
the words are the dreams,
I am their origin and destination.
These are not my dreams...
I am not me...
but my name is on every page.