I shall sit a while
and ponder inside poetic rhetoric.
Moon sings lullaby to stars.
Eagles fly high meeting clouds.

I shall walk a while
and follow rhythms in head.
As I put focus to thoughts
and pen to paper

Birds sing in symphonic harmony.
Ecstatic pleasures cast grand shadow
on two lovers.

"Scribe with a pen sharp like arrow."
a title given I proudly claim
and dance forevermore
gracefully in moment of prose.