And the world is hushed, with no sound or shrill,
The stars above twinkle and gleam,
And a poet's heart begin to dream.
With a pen in hand and thoughts ablaze,
The poet sets out on a wondrous maze,
Of words and verses, and rhymes so sweet,
That even angels pause to take a seat.
He writes of love, of joy, of pain,
Of sunshine after days of rain,
Of hope that springs eternal and true,
And dreams that all come shining through.
With every word that flows from his pen,
The poet paints a world that's beyond or ken,
A world full of magic and mystery,
Where anything is possible, if only we dare to see.
So let us raise our voices high,
And sing the poet's praises to the sky,
For he has given us a glimpse of heaven,
and made our hearts beat faster like a raven.