Erector Set Poem by Patti Masterman

I'm crafting a world with all of my poems
My own make-a-world with people and things
Above the world looms my countenance
Below, the new world future hangs.

I'm building a place made out of dreams
Erector set wishes from one single life
I'm giving them wings and places to go
Hope and expectation of joy are rife.

I'm holding a universe with trembling hands
The space above lies endless and black
The creatures beneath me are asking for proof
And wondering if I will ever come back.