YONDER

I often pen what verbally i can not say, and only then can i shoo thoughts away. I often write what i can not speak and every night those words i seek. I often wonder and i ponder what my ink will spill come nightfall🌃, what words will be insightful. I often wonder in a dream-like state if this be my fate. I often ask myself what will this ink reveal tonight, something to ponder as i stare out yonder.