Ab Initio

Musings at Midnight

The pen becomes a conduit to my heart,

I let liquid emotions flow...

Be it the mighty tidings high,

or the Sorrow ebbs flowing low...

Be it the Love growing gleefully within,

or Wisdom that old masters show...

I write these lines; hope they touch you there,

Where no arrow can; however fine the bow...

 It’s the criticism and the comments that keep a poet alive, so please oblige me with your opinion. All reviews positive/negative appreciated.Thanking you in anticipation of your valuable critique.