In the morning to find
The pages opened
Spilled into someone else
Inspiring bright undulating phrases
Inexplicably written by moonwash
You want to bathe his feet in humbled tears
For the words given back
Linguistic gifts exchanged
Comparison to symbolic seraphim
Beyond the realms of belief
By day and night, you write the words
That you hope will mean something
To someone
Even when the sun doesn’t burn away the clouds
And sleep alone
With the world wishing it were inside of you