When I Write

In the early mornings
While the worlds asleep
When quiet settles around me
And darkness fills the sky
Settling with my first cup of coffee
Pen in hand and pages set before me
I allow the words to come
Filling pages with thoughts and feelings
Some meaningful others not so much
But its then
Right at the moment the first mark
Of ink settles into the crisp white paper
That I experience inner peace and a purpose
Of course it could be a moment of caffeine
Induced clarity
Either way it makes me happy