Just when I had almost finished compiling my poems to be published for my second book Tendrils, I wrote a very pious and deeply prophetic poem which I titled "Children of Light". I saw it was beautiful and decided I should also include it along side the other pieces.
Then few days later, while I was curled in bed at night, a strange man appeared in my dream and reviewed the very piece. He struck out words he thought needed not be included and also reshaped the lines. Then he said to me, "Be poet!" Then I began to wonder why he said be poet and not be more...
