Waves of Poetry

Poetry comes in waves
we all swim at our own pace.
Some of us make a splash,
and some do it with grace.
The ocean tide roles in,
that's when the muse hits,
the moon to guide my light
upon the desk where I sit.
Another wave on this paper,
a stanza of splashes from the sea,
I crave the salty wind,
let it set my writing free.
And when the storms begin to roar,
lightning strikes the deep blue,
a mastermind of emotions
begin to pour through.
So let my writing come in waves,
my muse hit at times,
poetry comes from the heart,
it must not be forced on a dime.