Targeting wishes which stretch through the night
Moving toward dreams without fear without fright
Waking in tears from the toil of it all
Back to sleep reawaken to morning bird calls
There’s dew on the grass
Falling rain just a splash
Morning has broken the fall
I rise like the dawn
Stretch open and wide
In the fog
In the clouds
In the sky
There’s a song in the air
There are words in the breeze
There’s a story out there that I’m hunting
I grab up my pen
Loaded with ink
Off through the forest to think
One vowel at a time I will capture
The consonants fall into the traps
I’ll stalk paragraphs through the morning
And sentences after a nap
I’ll wrestle the details
Hang the drafts up to cure
Add the notes and the melodies later
I shoot for the stars
Whether near whether far
Dreaming the life of a writer
