Sherry P., As I Write

As I write as I lay suspended in animation my head imagining what I want my pen to state as I lay awakened by the sounds the whispers the trees make in wondrous delight as I write the world unfolds before my sight the words rhyme in and out of off-beaten time with almighty might as I write dreams are formed in hues and arrays of sunlight bright. As I write poetry pops like a Beethoven symphony. As I write, Picasso becomes alive in my very pen letting the majesty in as I write I become amazing in unbelievable ways I could never fathom in any other way I say with sheer delight as I write, write as I write!