Flowing. br Flowing like a river. br Awakened from sleep br By an ocean of thoughts— br Ceaseless, like the waves. br They come throughout the night: br Verse after verse, br Poem after poem, br And title after title. br br I scramble for my pen br To jot the thoughts within br Or else lose them for eternity. br br Then suddenly at daylight, br The flow of inspiration ceases. br And I rest.