From word to page is a lovely thing
and I seek its solace in a day and an hour
of turning heart into thought and word into phrase.
It’s never stopped following me like a lonely child.
Waking me mid night.
A candle burning inside
gently but urgent.
and words too small
just yet for page.
Half cast shadows where
images quickly form.
Must capture before sun singes,
letters freeze, and words rust.