Ink Demon

Free the ink demon in my pen That wants to rhyme wants to sin Beauty has no duty to reason or season It just is and naturally gives it lives In the moment a babe recognizes face The second the blue breeze baptizes beach Why is the world to me a maroon melody Playing my mind like wind chime Or green tree leaves Bear with me as I learn to grow To hear the music of the gold soul One who touches others so deeply That we get still maybe even weepy I hear a high pitch in my head Is it a glitch alone in my bed Should be asleep but lie awake Hoping to try to write my wrongs away