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.