Midst the tossing and turning of a restless night,
Imagination takes up glorious flight;
Probing for a rhyming pattern new and unique
Or for word choice that our generation will seek.
New stories to give to people both young and old,
Strategic sentences or curious words bold.
Tales of peaceful love or tempestuous passion,
Tripping lyrics of envy or sweet compassion.
A blank space of desert so barren and dreary,
Or mountainous heights to climb; broken, and weary.
A soul full of color but buried deep in dust;
Mind's labyrinth of articles covered in rust.
Star's dying embers map out a romantic plight;
Burnt images visualize a beautiful sight.
A writer's mind is a myriad of treasure:
Our blood, sweat and tears to consume at your leisure.
Posting this now because I'm pretty sure I'll be far too busy next week. This is one of my favorites. :)