JUDITH

A Pen, the Moon and God

I sleep,

A quiet night, it seems,

The sly moon,

Reaches through my window,

With its shimmering beam,

That Gently wakes Pen,

That lies on the corner of my desk,

Pen wakes slowly and stretches,

Winks at the moon,

And then the mesmerizing call arrives,

From the depths of my heart,

I am awakened,

Their spell is set,

In rapture I rise,

Pen spiraling into my hand,

My poetry flows,

under the bewitching spell,

Of My pen, the moon and God,

The pranksters of my heart…