Writes of Poise

Oh writes; how fond of thee I am

With pen, my gifted sword to challenge the wind

Once again will lead me to a window to birth new thought never imagined

The words of solemn wisdom

Will now liberate things never been conceived before me

‘Tis' wonder between the stillness and chaos that listens to my lore

Inspiration falls in my lap to set ajar a concealed door

The genius is pondering and escaping again and again

From where I not knew where it began

Through channels of mentality; the universe is bountiful in creation

So be that I am also, the same law that reciprocates

As it speaks in fashion, I too return a voice

That communicates my body of thought

That spells a theory of that is truly universally a choice

Space that is knowledge reaches not a shore

Writes that I fabricate;

Are the eyes that are truly open to forlorn

As I gaze upon this page empty of word

I submerge a journey in the universe that knows no bounds

I now hold the creation of a world with a beautiful sound

With the writes of poise

I write aloud