When the nights take over

When the sun goes downAnd the galaxy of light reveals itselfWe pick up a penWe have one thought That branches off into a storyWe are artists tooPainting pictures for the mindForcing the perspective of peopleTelling themTo use their imaginationAnd make our words breathe life Because for usThe readers are just as important As the pen.          ~Shy | Confessions of a poet||