To pour those words
Out of your head
And put that pen to page
Like raindrops on a rainy day
To feel the wind whip your hair
And know that inspiration is far but near
Or to feel the grass beneath your feet
The individual blades no small feat
Or to feel the cold numbing your skin
The breath of winter, stepping in
Or lighting your eyes with the sun
Causing you to come undone
Or to hear the thunder before the storm
To see the way the lightning sparks and flys
How its reflected in your eyes
Or how you see the moon in that velvet sky
Knowing somehow that it will never die
Sitting here I think and sigh
Still trying to help you to decide
To pour all those words out of your soul
And to be at ease while things unfold
