A Night Of Inspiration

Flowing.
Flowing like a river.
Awakened from sleep
By an ocean of thoughts—
Ceaseless, like the waves.
They come throughout the night:
Verse after verse,
Poem after poem,
And title after title.

I scramble for my pen
To jot the thoughts within
Or else lose them for eternity.

Then suddenly at daylight,
The flow of inspiration ceases.
And I rest.

-by walterrean salley