Words and thoughts have fled my head—

Yet I will not anticipate,

Destiny or hidden fate,

So I create noises instead:

Cling...

Cling...

Cling-ing-ing—

Cling!:

The metal end of my pen,

Clings the brim of my glass,

And though the noise will shortly pass,

Words enter my head again.

My words stay secret, silent, still—

Until I strike a bit of luck,

For in my mind lightning has struck,

And rain tap-taps! my window sill:

Tap...

Tap...

Tap-tap-tap—

Tap!

Words can leave me lost inside,

The barren walls of my own mind,

And just before I resign,

I hear Chirp-chirping from outside:

Chirp...

Chirp...

Chirp-chirp-chirp—

Chirp!

My words trickle down the drain—

When suddenly—quick as a flash,

I hear a splish! I hear a splash!

As cars drive through puddles of rain:

Splish...

Splash...

Splish-splish-splash—

Splish!

Words can often disappear,

Like the days of buried years,

But one thing you should always know,

The love for writing never goes.