My Mind a Book of Poems

My mind has become a book of poems
It is up to my hands to publish it
The volume grows with
Each visitation of imagination

Poetry lies in animate and inanimate
A bird in flight in an azure sky
A lace wedding veil hiding tears
Verses speaking from my heart

Words flow without break
I have no desire to overwork
What my spirit is sharing
I just write it down

Each dawn brings new thought
To fill my book without end
A poet on a mission to speak
With words the imagery of her dreams