I Want To Write You Into Writing

I want to write you into writing

invent a long-deserted looted room

invent a window wide ajar

in went a wind that traveled far

that lays a cord into our gloom

the night outside try out the lighting

the fragile flicker of a newborn star

the fragile wrist that moves the plume

that child that will outshine the tomb

that wakes dead poets on a par

no one disturb our four-hand typing