An Eye

Early morning I sit with Pen,
Deciding to write my rhymes again.

The cap came off and the ink went down.
I closed my eyes.Two open my crown.

Move over grids of paper it did,
writing into lines I see in my head.

Forming into shapes of color indeed,
An eye appeared on my hand as a seed.


The cap comes off and the ink goes down.
When I close my eye...
Two open my crown.