BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN

BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN At dawn In the little hours of a crow I spoke to my pen to rise Rise from bed to speak The language that at best I understand To the form and rhymes; I'm no stranger Gladly the pen took over the pages Surmounted all pressure and blunt edges At the brook In the hours when breeze was set I spoke to my energy to arise Rise from the brook and slumber-bed To write Write the words so beautiful to call gold To the letters all over the world to glee to My energy took over all the lines and contour Setting examples for all men that are on this tour Where then? Shall the blade of my tongue not peruse To the dragging of words with the recruits Who were army not of words in literary world They'll crumble at the pierce to rise no more At dawn Where I write from the reservoir Words witty so wide on the mount top Seen everywhere to radiate its stardom At a time where memory is written; soaring