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.
Walterrean Salley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-night-of-inspiration/
