Whispers of the Poet's Pen

In twilight's hush, where dreams reside,

There blooms a tale, both far and wide.

Across the canvas of my mind,

A symphony of words I find.

In whispers soft, the verses start,

Like feathers floating, painting art.

They dance upon the page's breath,

A tapestry of life and death.

Through winding trails of ancient lore,

Where legends dwell forevermore,

The poet's pen becomes a key,

Unlocking worlds for all to see.

In moonlit realms of mystic lands,

Where castles rise on golden sands,

The stars conspire with twinkling eyes,

To weave enchantment 'neath night skies.

Within the whispers of a stream,

A poet's heart begins to dream,

Of love's sweet touch and gentle grace,

That echoes through the sacred space.

And as the ink meets parchment's kiss,

A universe is born in bliss,

Each word a spark, each line a song,

In melodies that can't go wrong.

So let the rhythm guide your hand,

And let the words make footprints grand,

For in the realm of ink and rhyme,

A poet's soul transcends all time.