The moment when you sit to write

With inspiration in your mind

When the words flow clean and smooth

From some deep wellspring

They fill the page

With Glory and meaning

Where it comes from its not always sure

But that glorious moment when inspiration strikes

And your words fill a page

Other times its like wringing water from a dry rag

When you have no inspiration to fill the page

Its like swimming through molasses

I love the days when words flow

Like water from a faucet

How I wish every day was like that

That I could just sit down and have the

Words flow like a never-ending stream

How I wish I could write like poets of old

Or I wish I could write the amount of Stephen King

But I guess I write well enough

And enough