• Ever since that fateful day,
    When my writing got underway,
    I saw the words lay out before me
    Like a gateway into light and glory.

    Every where I’d turned I’d see
    Configured words staring back at me.
    Where they came from I do not know,
    But now that I see them they must be shown
    For all the world to see.

    To me they come, I never ask.
    Suddenly they’re in my grasp.
    A sense of self, of peace, of calm,
    Nestled safe within the palms
    Of my outstretched hands.

    Through my eyes and into my mind,
    These words come of their own design.
    Then they travel through my arm
    Presenting the world with their wayward charms
    As they lay flat upon the page.

    The words attack at any hour.
    I can not seem to fight the power
    They have over my mind and hand.
    They must be written with out delay,
    Before they melt away.