In the waking moons.
I write my best verse.
A closing of wounds.
The most evil of curse.

The words write them selves.
A compulsion of sorts.
The drum of purpose.
This supernatural force.

I hope I've written.
All my pain away.
Inviting new energy.
To bring a new day.

It's love or sadness.
And no in between.
No words of indecision.
Have I got left to glean.

Words of great meaning.
Passion, pain or practice.
Each a worthy path.
what ever the price is.