Solemn grace in the pen lies
weaving together words to decry
a world of intrigue and surprise.
With a furrow of the brow
and the parting of lips
the world begins to grow
reality fades and slips.
Becoming a god of one's own right
displaying, through words
your grandeur, your might!
Imparting a soul to the creation before your sight
the world transcends becoming
assuming flight.
Among the ethereal everglades
your senses begin to fade
Lo! Look at those eyes saccade!
Within the realm of dream
you begin to reside
following the sentiment of your intuition.
As the world dawns
you preside
over the fruits of your fruition.
Come now!
Let your words flow.
Reveal to the world
this emanating glow.
Come now!
Let your fire bellow.
Engulfing this world
in your passionate furrow.
