I sit with the page before me
And the words come tumbling out.
My mind, heart and soul
Are so full of them
That all else is forgotten
And I become lost,
Lost in the world of poetry,
Where time ceases to exist.
The words go on the page
From my never empty mind
Until I look up
And find that time has disappeared,
Disappeared onto the page,
With the words that I have written,
And needed to be there,
As these words need to be.