A poetic mind does wish to speak,
in dead of night with stars.
They echo inside mind and dreams,
so trip I'll take to Mars.
And there my pen will rise in thoughts,
to write and write I say.
I'm so grateful to scribe in light,
and sing a special way.
You may now wonder why I go,
so far to write in heart.
That is where my poems are born,
so in my dreams, I start.
Start to echo within grand schemes,
inside a poem, I'll rhyme.
Then I wake to sit at screen.
My poems flow oh so fine.
Phases form as I do write
I make a reader scene.
So time stops as your eyes gleam,
inside my vision dream.
StarBG © 2017
The art of writing is a grand gift to nurture as I come alive with every word. While conversing with Elizabeth this poem began thanks Elizabeth J