The Writer's Spirit

The writer's spirit awakes at night,
His imagination takes up flight.
Silence opens to a coloured roar,
Darkness clears to an F-sharp décor.

Strange twisted figures faintly arrive,
Songs of the deep come to revive -
A grey smoky light to fill the space,
Shiny melodies create a story of lace.

Large trumpet flowers humming in red,
Sparkle spicy circles to wake the dead,
Lime tasted bubbles rolling to enshroud,
Tiny fragrance of lilac in forming a cloud.

Thus is the writer's mind at night,
He must get up! He must write!
Only, when he puts his pen to the best,
Will his spirit let him lie down to rest.

Written by Henriette, 2003