The candle burned light with ashes that flared
No longer night not that night never dared
Into the darkness of day I had stared
I searched for the meaning that I ever cared.
A moment in silence and with my script and my pen
The ink never smeared, has not now nor then
When the candle declared the moment to end.
The curtain swayed with the wind that blew into the room
I tried to think of a reason that day came so soon
But my thoughts were fading, it was that I failed the moon.
Not an idea the night spared me for the papers sake
An empty script and a plot the pen couldn't make
Not even the view of the blue shake less lake.
My hand trembled as I approached a word from my mind
The room was so bare that words I couldn't find
My inspiration at a moment like this was so blind.
Until I found that not even the stars in the night
Could inspire me more than my will and my might
To in script beautiful words that indeed I did write
On this silent, windy and meaningful night.