... that's why I write

I write so the night has an intimate friend;
the day isn't lonely coming to end.
So time has something better to do
than idling by without tempo or clue.
So space isn't vacant, thought isn't bored,
sensory imagery isn't ignored.
I write so the air can feel my skin.
So light has a purpose other than dim.
I write so life continues its pace.
Lost can be found in its hiding place.
I write to be me, that void leaves a trace.
But mostly I write for the smile on your face...

Steve Peck