To Write.*

Night sings her own songIn harmonySometimes whispersWhispers what we need to ownLets us know the unfound if it's time

Night is specialThe universe's courtesyEach linearty brings new notes withinNew tones & voicesUnfound dimensions to be written

Night is so much moreMuch more than it's deemedUnguiltyArtist chooses not to close her eyesThis is devotionFulfills her oathChildly or elderlyAll belong with the soul

Night loves the artist tenderArtist ready to raise her soulRefusing to crystallize it allKnows that there are times Better just to fall

It's a voyageVoyage of the nighterVoyage of the artist

A reunion of the words Meeting their writer once moreWashing her over loveGiving her everything,Every little thing of her desire

Writer belongs with the nightNight belongs with the soul

Writer rises with the dawn once moreInk fresher than beforeThe pen mightierMore bloods to save

Writer saves the soulsSaves them from the safe hands of despair & mistrust

Writer is born to become more than oneSolemnly gifted

If the tasks get hardOr the souls stay untouchedThe savior can't look awayBorn to act & Born to feel the pain

Gifted with the burden that words carryWriter should fulfill the responsibility

We work under that one nameUniverse has countless more of usThis is a calling towards the writerGrab the pen & your sharp lettersLeave out the question marks

You are needed

The universe needs The Writer

To Write.