It begins again.
The pen, long dormant,
comes alive as it starts
to skim the paper
like a smooth stone thrown
off the surface of the water.
The words spill out,
stirring the stars to
cast endless circles around her
while revealing their light,
a light which has
guided her verses of prose.
The spark is no longer contained
igniting across her mouth,
burning spirals of colors
that float out the window
colliding with a frigid night air
leaving her to bask
in its afterglow.