I sat down with my writer’s pen
and gazed upon the stars
Their beauty-just too much for words
A love felt from afar

I asked upon my writer’s mind
for words to soothe the hurts
A hunger when a cry is heard
from other’s lonely words

I dreamt upon a midnight star
So waking would not find
My soul with nothing left to give
or eyes that became blind

I cried upon my soul so deep
so ink would not run dry
My vessel needs a constant flow
before my time is nigh…