Flying Among The Beaches Poem by Leslie Neiwert

I’m not writing or typing
As my fingers click away,
I’m on adventure
To a faraway,
Deserted place.
I’m not creating or inventing
When my pen does sing,
I’m laughing to the music
Of oceans and breezes
And waves does bring.
I’m not thinking or moving
As my words fly
I’m sleeping by the moon
Where there’s a quiet
And peaceful night.
I’m never working about boredom
For boredom works me,
When there’s lilies
And flowers
But not a single tree.
I’m not organizing or lonely
When I am with my friends
My pen can always
Make me laugh and the paper
Never needs a bath.
I’m never writing or typing
For I’m always free.