Six Hour Difference

As she nears another night

and I watch spread the yellow light

of dawn in the sun's rise

I helplessly recognize

the relentless beckoning

and banshee shrieking

of Creativity's

call:

         "Bring thee to the page!

                                  Script on scroll.

           Paint the canvas

                                   in strolling strides.

           Straddle reality,

                                    it's a horse to ride.

            Dance with struggle and

                                    flirt with the tide."