The Writing Time

Midway between the sunset and majestic rise,
Whilst the better part of me lay in splendid dream.
The hum of electronic gadgetry whines.
The screen of my desire lights the room eerily.
Now I come to full awake to work and play.

In these moments bathed in quietness,
Save for the grumbling pot of ground beans,
with rumblings of my stomach for the scent.
So click and tap until the colors come to life.
Now I come to full awake to work and play.

The teacher than so bold to ask me write,
To lay upon the screen a vivid image, there.
To make my mind unfold a yesterday
And enlighten fellow users of such folly
Now I come to full awake to work and play.