Tempest

The pen takes to paper,
As the dark takes to night.
The amber of the lamp glows,
A tempted poet sits down to write.

There are tales to be told
And dreams to be spoken.
The quill scratches the parchment,
A slumbering heart awakens.

Hundred questions to the poet's heart,
Million thoughts to the ardent mind.
A tempest in the quiescence
Of the night's eloquence.

© The Godiva Expression – Anum Ali