My Little Notepad Poem by Liam Flaherty

I leave on my nightstand
A little pad.
A notepad to keep my dreams
Alive, well, and fed with ideas I have at night.
These scribbles,
I imagine,
Are the voices of angels,
Of inspiration,
Something immortal beyond our comprehension.
The world is full of fantasy waiting to be captured by paper and ink,
Waiting to have a home built out of the thoughts of man.
And I wake to the world,
With ephemeral beauty shining through my windowsill.
With hope I look towards my note pad,
And see that it is barren.