The Honey of Writing

It flows like the drip,
Of sweet nectar. In it
Latent is honey which comes
After a long stack of nectar.

Here ink flows smooth
From ideas known into
Ideas unknown
From myriad points.

As nectar of flowers sundry,
Transfiguring into honey,
Are so the expressions,
Flowing out of the ink.
Gradually turning into nuances subtle
Transfiguring into an intense emotion.