The Magic of Night
#100DaysOfBlogging Day 10
The clock strikes two.
Outside the world is silent.
The wind echoes through emptiness.
The page of night is filled with stars.
But in front of me, the page is blank.
A pen lies on it, opened.
It waits for the muse to arrive.
It waits for the words to silently awaken.
It waits for the thoughts to live in bright blue drops.
The world sleeps.
The words awaken.
They breathe, coming to life on paper.
And as they do…
So do I.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 4th October 2016)