In Dreams

While I sit here

putting my pen to paper

struggling to put into words

everything that I think and feel

my mind keeps going back

to one divine concept.

I can't name it

or put it into words

or even describe it.

Why is it that I, a writer

cannot define the essence

which drives me?

Don't push me please

into words that are

harsh on the ears

and speak of trivia

when what exists within

the heart of a slave

is tenfold all the words I speak.

The words will come, I know,

when they aren't bidden.

So do not call them up

but rather allow them

just to pass in dreams.

Copyright © devin 2003