My Beacon
The sun is rising on a new day...
It has been some time since I took up a pen.
Maybe it’s time to write again...
New year’s eve has come and gone,
The day I have been awaiting for so long...
The view from the deck of a ship at night,
Can be such a wondrous sight...
Though I cannot even call you friend,
I have read your words time and again...
There is place of quiet solitude
Where I go to work on my attitude...
Saturday morning with coffee hot and strong.
Joni Mitchelle singing a soft smooth song...
How do you sleep in the night so dark
With demons and terrors just waiting to start...
I watched a Butterfly today,
She seemed to know the right way...
Watch the stars
As they shine so bright...
Where do I find the words I write?
One might think it quite a plight...
Writing
Writing has often helped set me free...