Why I Write

Tonight I saw a solar storm,

Which brought the heavens to its knees,

And seared the eyes and hearts of those who watched.

I tasted nectar and ambrosia.

And sat with kings and gods,

And talked of words with Shakespeare.

Tonight I flew with Orville Wright,

And gasped,

As air beneath us passed.

Then ran across the Milky Way,

And shouted at the stars.

Tonight, I fought my enemy,

At the battle of the Somme,

And wept where comrades fell

Somewhere beyond the poppy fields.

Tonight I sat with Einstein,

And over tea,

We talked of time and space,

Then he smiled and laughed with me.

Tonight I tasted life and cried

And swept the universe entire,

Which sat inside my head

And you ask me why

I write.


bobby stevenson 2013