New Depths.

Something about night, 
 And it's deep black serenity.

  Leaves an enchanted whisper

   In my mind. 

    I become high with thoughts, 
     The breath crawling from my lips

       Onto the ivory sheet before me, 

        In a tidy black scrawl. 
         A new vision, The colors change.
          And with each beat of my heart, 
           Another inkling of a thought.
            So, with the steady flow of my mind. 
             Comes another restless night.

Author's Note

For me, creativity unfolds at night. Images flicker through my head so fast it's hard to jot them all down. Keeping me up at all hours with the dull light from my lamp burning a migraine into my head. So the conclusion is to write things down.

Reviews

[The Watcher]

This poem is really interesting. Good word choice, and it's well written too. Kudos to you