In the twilight of time, In the serenity of my mind, I am inspired to write, I write about my journey through the day, From what I have seen through its lens, About all that I have learned and understood. When my soul returns from its journey, I reflect on my encounters with the strange, I consider my experiences with the abyss of the unknown, Words flow from my heart, I write from the depths of the mysteries I have faced. I look at my mother and feel inspired, Her deep love for nature speaks volumes, Her appreciation for the arts is a guiding light, I wonder how she summons the elements, I ponder how she connects with them in dark moments, She rides on the wings of the morning light, And this inspires me to write. I write as inspiration strikes, I write as my muse walks through my door, As it arrives to converse, There’s a deluge from its embrace, I walk through a blooming meadow, There’s light in my chamber. 8th Place in the Poetry Soup Contest