I do take a breath and waltz
with pen to scribe a vision clear.
A strophe that now touches eyes,
to ignite soul within.

I do take another stride,
to slowly move pen like a brush
And ink tattoo one with loves light,
to shift their precious mind

Words do spill out with color
a masterpiece that shines in night.
The time when sleep evades my eyes,
so I will write this night.

Hope landscapes of words do hang,
so high to tick inside ones eye.
As I do send a word like hug,
to a grand readers mind.

I do hear music play soft.
Words and poems become my friends.
They gather, as I place them down,
once done, I dance alone.