WRITER IN THE MIST

You've been with me for quite a while
Oh writer in the mist
I read only what your hand writes
And the pages you have kissed

Each passing day I wake you up
And ask you to take your pen
To write whatever comes your way
No matter how or when

Each night that I go to bed
I say a silent prayer
That you'll be there when I wake up
These moments are so rare

What would I do if you should go?
And leave me in the lurch
You've never ever told me your name
For you, where would I search?

So should you ever go away
Bequeath me your fertile brain
From whence rainbow flowers bloom
And words like soft summer rain

Bless me with your wisdom
Oh writer in the mist
Try not to leave but if you go
You know you'll be missed