How It All Begins

Don’t know how it started, or how it ends I’m older now then I will be then; when I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll A mind of dubiety, road full of holes A wanderlust dream, of apples true taste A destined arrival, from earth to space Learning my place around the bend My limbs sinking in the chair akin To the rustic oak desk, branded by toil My hands numbing, gears lacking oil Watching raindrops kiss the window A top hatted, hunched mans figure descends He says with a grin, I’ll show you how To properly command your pen I pinch myself over and over again Thinking I’ll wake next moments blink I said sir, let me sip that ink you drink Dine from the flowery plate you ascend With glib he said, the drink is to think Outside of a realm we transcend The ink is verve that the heart kindly lends To our inspired souls speaking To minds boundless pen I blink and he vanished A note left to me holds words I brandish “Calm eagles yield more then the busiest wren.”