A New Language

You are the ink of my soul’s pen

Let me soak you up again

I am ever eager to disperse

And immerse these lines with verse

You are a sky full of precipitation

Each drop a new inspiration

You are a heaven full of stars

Each twinkling with a new poem

Of how beautiful you are

I’ll run out of words, I languish

If I must, I’ll write a new language

Perfection – I must pursue

If my lines are ever to define you