WRITITNGS IN THE AIR

In the dead of the night,

The stars stretching into the infinite galaxy             

 The insect chirped,

And the owls hummed,

The rest of the world slept,

And I grabbed my pen and began to write,

 

In my mind I try to define,

As I scribble a line,

Hoping to refine,

Still I continue to write,

 

And though I find it hard to put it through,

Don’t misconstrue,

No doubt what I say is true,

Writing I will still continue.