Creed

Darkness settles in
and I see the stars.

My mind is at rest as
my pen begins to call.

What do I write
what do I see?

People I have met
maybe I have seen.

Scene from the distance
or from up close.

Blank page of a mystery
prose flows without misery.

Word by word
you fill the page.

Write to define
write to explain.

With every word
it begins to disclose.

Take a deep breath
as you too unfold.

What once was blank
and made no sense.

Like that of a writer
who came to its defense.

I write for pleasure
I write to feel free.

A story not written
is a world lost not on paper.


Written by E. Roman,
Boston-Fiction 5/23/07