Dandelion Lines

My pen rights my sins I can admit my faults Time and time again Writing finds me when lost That’s the fun of it To lose myself in my pages If dark then find me lit By the enchanting words and phrases I’m embarrassed to admit Often I don’t think at all Pink pen seems to vomit And journal catches it raw You can read my mahogany mind Running rabid in the nighttime Perhaps the best time to create And escape the world and fate Music is poetry with sound Universal is it language like love Turning smiles from frowns Perhaps creating turquoise trust So when I’m at a loss At my wits end as they say Music or poetry a toss To come whisk me to safe place