Your breath, steady and slow
Your voice buried inside your throat, resting
Your fingers alive with rhythm and formation
Your mind wandering worlds, looking for inspiration
I think of you and recognize, the birth of creation
Your pen down by your book
Your steaming cup of mocha, whiling away
Wisps of vapour vanishing into thin air
maybe to the same place your imagination wandered to
Then slowly like dawn, you embrace your muse
Lyrics and song, cadence and rhyme
Fall in place, a step out of time
Its your tempo, the way you are, your very own mime
No limits, no convention, the world at your lips
Your mind breaks it down to images
And words at your fingertips
Your eyes alight, your surreptitious smile
Your mind alert, not by caffeine, or birth
An untold story finally revealed
Your rhyme complete, your rhythm shown
Satiated.
I look up to see, who's face but my own...
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