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.