Come to me
spinning out of pens and keys
page on fire with your wit

I am inspired
lit up as the sparks fly

Wells bubble over
as my body is drenched
sweat beading on my furrowed brow
expanding with light

The ink dries up
crying as I long for your touch

Breathing you in
four winds by four of the world

Turning to the mirror
my eyes flicker to life

You are reflected
in the glass before me

The leaves call me
once more to soar
coming to myself