Yearnings of a Writer

I wish I could write about moths.

Their delicate, fluttering wings dipped in ink

    would make beautiful art.

I wish I could write about starlight.

The magic of the heavens come down to earth

    in breathtaking radiance.

I wish I could write about roses.

Velvet carpets for the water worlds inside

    dewdrops make for an enchanting scene.

I wish I could write about windows.

Big or small, whether open or shut,

    these are gateways to freedom.

I wish I could write about my mind.

The endless rainbow of imagination

    would paint beauty onto canvas

    and I would never want for another story.