A lone picture sitting at a dark corner,

The words of motivation a constant reminder,

The warm night light that scatters the dark,

As I type my poem for the day for you,

I've had my rest and now I build,

A place that cool waters and folks may come to breathe,

The sunset poet is fresh to me,

As it shows and blows what's on my grill,

The more I write the more the ideas,

So glad I'm here to write my piece,

The joy and peace,

Enough to tease.

So I'll write some more at this cool water breeze.