To write a poem
Is a task-

Not so easy as making a cup of tea
Nor so difficult as breaking a fence
To set a prisoner free.

But it is as good as breaking a way
Into the most mysterious cave

In the land of Semi-dark shadows
Cast upon the suffocating hearts

By Souls divine and Bright
By minds sharp and wise
By fingers long and sensitive
By lips wet, soft and attractive

In a moment
When the shy moon is impregnated
By the blue desires of a Lily.