I AM,
a chauffeur for words and poems
that expand on page.
My poetic license never expires.
My road is heart of a divine journey
that echoes as inks gas moves.

Sometimes my words crash upon page to release pain.
Other times they glide like a bird in flight.

I AM,
a creator inside the matrex of self
scribing upon road of words,
that expands consciousness.
My gifts I share with grace,
to offer blessings.

Sometimes they vibrate at a red light
to make one pause to ponder.
Other times they drift, as if in cruse control under creative rays.

I AM,
a driver of my own destiny,
as poems I create
inside the gift of day.
Inside a moment where my vehicle is sacred
and peace is mine.