And in times
when tantalizing
lights
flashing in
sight
and I the writing pad and ink
wondrous and tight
closing the sealed dome
of night
of undreamed flight
and craving the first
cool mists of dawn
and the abrupt
glimmer of sudden vision
absorb reader's
might as storm
Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-instinct-dawn-of-poet/
