From his heart will come the flow
Of a thousand nights of cries,
The passion of his art will glow
In truth covered by lies.
With those come the soundless scream
Of a beggar of love and adoration,
Looking for the timeless dream
Of writing words that give creation,
To wondrous worlds full of brightness
Filled with joyful adventure galore
And the sinister mark of darkness
In a story never told before.
His dream forever to look,
In the pages of a book.
( YSL – 2010 )
EDIT: This post is dedicated to a new friend I made who’s an amazing writer. He read this already so I decided to share it with all of you.