He Writes

Oh,

I know a boy who writes,

Yes he does, he writes.

Spewing words like glittery fireflies,

He makes magic, he writes.

Of things ancient and new,

Of places he’s been to,

Of people he barely knew,

He rewrites lives, he recites.

This boy declares; he derives.

I love the way he writes,

His ability to condone,

Or punish with worthy words,

Those words flying all over the place,

But somehow hitting you right.

Oh he writes, with his heart's might,

Long fingers meant to provoke,

Invoke a sentiment so true,

Those fingers he appoints,

Unmindful scribbles taking their cue.

These are scriptures of a warm soul,

Pious and selfless.

Pouring light into anyone who reads,

He makes me muse to my delight,

But God, how he writes!