POURING OUT MY CREATIVE

Navy blue sky with soft ice around a luminous moon

Warming the leaves of midnight trees

The breeze touch skin so tenderly

Eyes to the lights of twinkling

Dreaming of a cool waterfall

From Heaven's springs to my brow

In the midst of a forest of sin

In my head the magic of mist

That smells so fresh and becomes

Rejuvenation for my soul

Awakens the spirit of imagination

Waterfall I pour from my head

And out of the tips of my fingers

Through the minds of the empty

Giving birth to new thoughts-

This night creativity is alive