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