Night’s Blessing

The day passes
Minute after minute
Hour after hour

The page remains blank
A white fortress
The soul is void
The mind is empty
The heart is silent

Night falls
With frustration
With sadness

The clock ticks away
Hour after hour
Of fruitless work

Then the switch is flipped

The heart stirs
The mind wakes
The soul moves
Black ink strikes the page
The blank becomes a painting

The words flow now
Without battle
Without challenge

The white fortress breaks
Little by little with black ink

With tired eyes
And exhausted body
The words flow
While the body yearns to sleep


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