An Outline of : When Left to My own Devices, I Write

I am what lies

before the end

Beginning truths

of shadows, thin

I verse with you

in whispered words,

Exhaling life

I quench your thirst

I master keys

and unlock doors

I draw you closer

than before

Empty of words

I fill your thoughts

What might happen?

What cannot?

But, when the day

is finally done

I rest from work,

drink in the sun

And though my nature’s

to reveal

For now, my name,

I shall conceal