Descend now from the stars, the heavens–

of origins unknown, too great to be seen.

The spark, light, shining way.

Inspire me to move, write, create.

Change thoughts, make them words.

Guide me, let my creativity be free.

Descend from your perch, those places hard to reach.

Descend and cleanse.

Descend. Renew.


Submitted as part of Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 34