Ink, Passion And Co.

A siren cries in distinct silence Mother Passion, she screams my name In fervid tones of optimism To recharge my batteries of creativity Lady Ink, her spirit saunters Within the core of my pen Preparing to discharge a creek Of enchanted ink upon the page Princess Inspiration, she sojourns me In times of sorrow and despair She caresses and nourishes The flaws in my poetry That contribute to my anguish Queen Poetry, she and I Were always on the same page We often saw eye to eye My words, the source of origin Her body, the dawning surface And together we wove Timeless masterpieces of love By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)