The night has come,I must rest.
I lie in the darkness,
Thinking of the day that's past.
Deep within ,I feel words that need expressed.
The heart's chamber door unlocks.
I see pictures ,made with words.
A poem is about to be birthed,
It may be about my love in life,
It may be about my children,
It may be about God and his creative hands,
It may be about a friend or
A stranger on the street.
Never the less, a poem is about to be birthed.
The music of silence,
Sets a poet's pin to write.
I must rise up from this bed of rest.
Deep within my heart tonight,
Words conceive and come to life.
Night or day,when the time is right,
Another poem will be birthed.