Lying still.

Holding onto her quill

Tasting the words as they roll from her

Too many words

The parchment crinkles.

Her forehead mirrors it

Lost in thought

Too many words

I wonder what she writes

What enthrals her so

Thoughts of me?

Too many words

She chews on the quill

Listens to her muse

A steady, intricate hand

Too many words

Sometimes I envy her

Never losing awe

The scroll rolls on

Too many words

The same every night

The smile on her face

Light dancing in her eyes

Too many words

Someday I will ask

Will unroll the scrolls

Read stories of me

Too many words