Words to fall
As morning rain
Tears mingled
Moments drained
The writing room
Without a key
A battered door
You didnt see.
What I am
What remains
Life has shattered
Hours slain
The ink and paper
The full ashtray
The idle coffee cup
Time slipped away.
From invisible gods
To angels wings
From Heaven to gutter
Words to sing
The poet that
You couldnt see
At his desk
What is will be.