dear beautiful one,

I need to confess

words do not come swiftly

or with much consistency

but when I connect with the written word

it spills out like poetry

singing and dancing upon my silent tongue. 

Sometimes, in the deep throws of night,

I awake and unable to return to sleep

phrases creep into my thoughts

and I must either scribble them down with tired eyes

or let them float off with the stars.

 

So, if you come and find a small offering

and your heart does not connect 

leave this humble page with respect.

For with hope I left it 

laying quietly here

for the few who need to stumble

on it's honest form.