Fingers on the keyboard
Tabby cat snoring nearby
Sunlight streaming in the window
Spirits soaring high…
Inspiration flourishing
In this cosy little den
Daydreams luring me away
Every now and then…
Words flowing like water
A mighty dam let go
Sailing along without a care
Where I’ll end up…I don’t know…
For now I’ll simply ride the wave
My quill shall be my oar
I’ll sail along with a lyrical lilt
Til the waters flow no more…
© Annabel Sheila
Cherishing the quill to sail along with a lyrical lilt.
Beautiful write.
Lady Mary Ann
love those moments, but my inkwell seems to be drying, can't write as I used to, when the rising sun showered me with inspiration constantly
Love & Peace
William
asa
Regis
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Ron
Dreams are made by quills...keep riding!
Beautifully written!
Teresa
Your becoming warmer friend; Mark