I Will Still Write

When the earth crumbles

Or the skies melt

And the stylus between my fingers 

Can no longer be felt

I will still write 

I will write of my soul 

The ink in my veins

Will drizzle on parched roll

Words of affirmation 

Messages of hope

I will write of stories

That could help you cope

I will write of dreams

And of the glorious sun

I will still write of Life

Even when my words are mute

And heard by none

(I do, I still do) 

When the moon in me

Is in darkness from the sun

I will still write of Love

And of You, my quill will still go on.. 

In moments of hope

And also in despair

In the moments of sapphire night

And in the days of the beaming star

I will write of my wishes

And of destiny and dream

With You as my muse

Tales from the nib

Will continue to stream

Irrelevant and unrelatable

I will commit my thoughts to pen

It is my life blood

I will still write, time and again.

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A little something:

The following lines were almost there in the poem. However, in the last minute, I decided not to include them. What do you think: should they have been included? Comment your thoughts, please. 

When the light from the east is no more bright

And the moon succumbs to a heartbreaking plight

I will spun words of hope and tales of dreams

I will write of You, of Love, and let the stars alight.

When the rays from the east shines no more

And the moon, by death, has been spoken for

My words will sing, of Life's lore

My pen will still speak, of beauty and more.

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