I missed this
my notes and pen
my words
floating with the letters
carrying me on
likes waves in the sea
sinking in the ocean of dreams
flying to the sky
and back to earth
in a poem or prose
starting a dream
at the beginning
and waking up at the end of the page
painting with words
is a piece oof me
adding to life hope
and a bit of sunshine
a summer breeze
paces over my face
every time my pen speaks
