Deep down in the belly of the sun

covered by aspirations of inspiration

lie burnt pieces of paper in a spiral

notebook

Carefully selected adjectives

and non-cliché similes

rise as the sun settles

and the full moon awakes

Carefully crafted stanzas

fall from the sky

during summer showers

covering pages with droplets of ink

Flooded with inspiration

during REM, four and five syllable words

consume conversations

of rabbits in Wonderland

Deep down in the belly of the sun,

I awake ready to write the words

inspired by the muse of my dreams

flowing steadily with every stroke of my pen