To Write.*

Night sings her own song

In harmony

Sometimes whispers

Whispers what we need to own

Lets us know the unfound if it's time

Night is special

The universe's courtesy

Each linearty brings new notes within

New tones & voices

Unfound dimensions to be written

Night is so much more

Much more than it's deemed

Unguilty

Artist chooses not to close her eyes

This is devotion

Fulfills her oath

Childly or elderly

All belong with the soul

Night loves the artist tender

Artist ready to raise her soul

Refusing to crystallize it all

Knows that there are times

Better just to fall

It's a voyage

Voyage of the nighter

Voyage of the artist

A reunion of the words

Meeting their writer once more

Washing her over love

Giving her everything,

Every little thing of her desire

Writer belongs with the night

Night belongs with the soul

Writer rises with the dawn once more

Ink fresher than before

The pen mightier

More bloods to save

Writer saves the souls

Saves them from the safe hands of despair & mistrust

Writer is born to become more than one

Solemnly gifted

If the tasks get hard

Or the souls stay untouched

The savior can't look away

Born to act & Born to feel the pain

Gifted with the burden that words carry

Writer should fulfill the responsibility

We work under that one name

Universe has countless more of us

This is a calling towards the writer

Grab the pen & your sharp letters

Leave out the question marks

You are needed

The universe needs The Writer

To Write.