Early morning sunrise,

at the quiet overlook.

Sunglasses cover my eyes,

in my lap sits my ol’ sketch book.

The blank pages bring me torment,

this calm early hour.

But I rejoice in the silent moment,

and wish for inner power.

The beauty that I see,

is a wonder to behold.

At last the creativity in me

cannot be controlled.

The drawing muse takes over

and reflects on the page.

The vastness and moreover,

the wide open stage.

Silent moments brings inspiration,

with a calming serenity.

My drawn picture evokes the sensation,

that I found my true identity.

This post is written for The Writer’s Post Blog Hop #10 – Silent Moments.