I will sit below evening stars, and polish my words.
Picking them out from field of mind.

I shall meander through river of phases,
scooping them up to paint,
as pen becomes brush and brain expands.

I will polish my lyrics from heart,
as most sleep and my visions become reality
on scripted page.

I shall sit releasing polished poetry
to invite eyes to wander inside
when sun again shines and peace is mine.