The Poet

Looking to the sky
I yield to the work
Composing itself upon
The canvas of my mind.

Lines of the poem form
Dot-to-dot between the stars,
Burning into existence
In an imaginary light.

I watch in awe as poet and poem
Struggle to define each other;
Admire the beauty that is born
In a single moment of clarity.

Creation unfolds and realises
Itself In the epiphany
That shows poem and poet
United in their Original Form.