right

 right

the lines you could write i have written

wrote by wrought what you have thought

taught by rote the rhymes of time

taught on a rope to trope the sky

into the orbit of your eye

aye i have written what you have thought

that you could have written but it’s not

come to naught this thought

that i have written just in time is

ours in hours this thought of mine

now it is yours and might 

stir you to write

lines that i might have written 

if you had naught

is just a thought