Category: Photo

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