Set the Night Singing #2.47
A last mark laid upon the page -
I stand - the masterpiece complete!
A voice of love, from deep within:
You're not near finished. Take a seat.
I sight a character, in gist -
a flash of face and echoing feet.
So pleased, I stand! Until I'm pressed:
You know him little. Take your seat.
THE END - I pen. With joy, I stand!
My book - a burning star - casts heat.
The muse of artistry stands by -
A good beginning. Take your seat.