Pen in Motion

Here I am,

at the beginning,

waiting for the dawn

to open her eyes

and cast some light in my direction.

The muses have remembered

their purpose

and touched my hand.

My pen demands attention,

and words like water

fall like stains on the paper.

Morning will give way

to the full day,

when the sun is in all its glory.

Yesterday is gone,

and I can breathe again.

I am awake. I am awake. I am awake.