Inspiration wanes as I pick up the pen,

The sleepy thoughts disappear with the coming of the sun;

Wake up at 2AM to write,

This is just yet another sleepless night.

Words so perfect, and thoughts so clear –

They light up the night world with colors so bright;

Iridescent and dazzling to the minds eyes,

Never to fade as time passes by.

You ask why I write – I ask why you breathe,

Writing has always come so easily to me;

Anger and hate disappear into the page,

The world is my oyster, it becomes my stage.

My mind is as blank as the paper I write on,

Then the pen starts to move;

We watch in wonder as my heart tells its fears –

I can only hope that my words will remain,

Forever solidifying this art as my true domain.