Thereís a cloud of words that stirs me,
Restless and reckless,
Like ten thousand voices all at once,
But with one breath it can change the range,
In immortal bliss,
As my heart spills out everything it wants.
It feels incredible and pivotal,
When the first notions are worth recording,
Then I place a light rhyme in its right time,
A feeling that is truly rewarding.
I have a love for words that get me stirred,
A natural fire mad with desire and thirst,
With each verse I lift the curse and dismay,
When my poetry pours from a cloudburst.