Godly

The sun might touch me
But the air chills me
The grass is brown under my feet
The clouds churn
The sky patches of blue and black
Like a water colour painting gone wrong
This world swirls away
Into a different reality
I stand in a new universe
It is mine
I am god here
Where my fiction is more real
Than reality itself could ever hope to be
Where I can summon a sunrise
With a smile
Or a storm
With a wave of my hand
What I dictate becomes fact
Dragons are real
Magic is real
I can read the minds of my characters
Until I blink
Look up from the page
Reality is that benign tumor
That gets in the way of creativity
My tea has gone cold.