Words
He wakes up in the early hours
And goes to sit by the window,
Propelled by the dream that woke him.
Words pour onto the page on his desk -
Like marbles in freefall into a pool of clarity,
Released, at last, from their drawstring purse.
In the morning he reads sentences
And wonders who wrote them.
He wakes up in the early hours
And goes to sit by the window,
Propelled by the dream that woke him.
Words pour onto the page on his desk -
Like marbles in freefall into a pool of clarity,
Released, at last, from their drawstring purse.
In the morning he reads sentences
And wonders who wrote them.
