I Want To Be A Writer!

Yes, I want to be a writer, A writer through and through, To make this dark world brighter With God's own point of view... For only He can know it all And bring good things to bear, So I prayed for a miracle: A heart that seeks to care... So I can't rest while others sleep If words are in full flow, When paragraphs on pages creep, Like footprints in the snow... Like starlings flying west to east Across the midday sky, For writing's now become the feast, The words that I live by... While others fall in love and smile, I bide my time at home, In strong pursuit of some new style That complements my poem... Or some new storyline to search, Beyond both space and time, No wonder I express the urge To write tales so sublime... For I create my cosmic themes Like planets, suns and moons, While others sleep their standard dreams, I'm working with new tunes... They visit me to serenade The poet here within, No wonder I write unafraid, Nor will this soul give in... As long as ink is in supply, As long as paper waits, Then I will pass the whole world by As one who celebrates... To share the precious thoughts that stir, Like gemstones polished clean, Revealing hopes meant to occur, So tranquil, so serene... And if it be that death comes fast, My heart to crush like ice, Then I bequeath the poems past That proved I paid the price... No love had I, no wife, no child, No grandchild on my knee, For writing left my heart beguiled And blessed with poetry... Denis Martindale,12 February 2016.