I am dot

On a brilliantly white page

A mistake wrought in black ink

Dripping from a sorrow filled pen

Concentration ebbs

And ideas fall away

As I look up to a star-filled sky

To marvel at perfect point of light

Highlighted by the blackness outside

The moon drinks time and life

Draining away shades of color and grey

Clear-cut arguments

That brook no resistance of mine

Here, there are no hearts or minds

Locked away blind

We cannot hope to find our dreams

Lost in this unwavering night

Pen! Write me a ballad of day!

Burnished in color and infinity

Show me the power of choice

Give me the glorious sunrise!