A book that begs …

When I wake
I wonder why
My eyes are heavy
And my heart doth sigh
I wonder why
I can not see
See you sleeping
Right next to me
Then I remember
Your kiss goodbye
Your morning hug
My heart doth fly
I kiss the pillow
I stretch my legs
I rise to meet
A book that begs
I sit here daily
Wondering how
I am creating
A book from now
It is not ones thinking
Or ideas that muster
The letters and words
Or idea with lustre
It is the heart
Deep purposed here
Sat telling stories
Of a journey near
It is the confidence
From a love thats true
That inspires courage
For what I do
So each day
I ponder high
And click the keyboard
And often sigh
For the sun once up
And time at bay
When words within
Don’t find their way
To shoulders hunched
Of fingers bent
To hit a keyboard
With energy spent
Coding transcripts
Scribling words
Remembering when
Their voices heard
Linking pictures
Seeing space
Figuring how
To avoid the race
Wondering if
The story told
Will helps others see
A people bold
Lost in data
No patterns new
Tearing notes
Is what writers do
I hear your key
Tap the door
I feel your smile
Steps on the floor
Eyes rise from seeing
Computer screening
My day long vigil
On words and meaning
To a writer alone
For a day maybe more
This is what makes
The meaning core
To have a purpose
Of heart and mind
A soul deep in story
Here I find
It is the words
not yet on the page
That inspire movement
In each stage
The words rambling
In my heart and head
That beg for telling
What they said
So when you find me
Sitting here
Fingers typing
Purpose clear
Not yet finished
Not yet through
Thinking of words
Meaning too
Know each morn
Your kiss goodbye
Your morning hug
My heart doth fly
I kiss the pillow
I stretch my legs
I rise to meet
A book that begs

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