TIDBITS

There are certain times at night

When a very special quiet comes.

I am visited by a light touch

That inscribes words, such as these,

Upon my mind in open scripts

As though some ancient one visited

To sow thoughts upon the winds, so

Simple souls such as I can reap and record

Though oftentimes we cannot understand

What truly great thoughts are there.

So, I scribble what I think I see.