Thata a poem, complete it

"That's a poem, complete it," the silent plea,
A canvas blank, for words to be.
No rhyme or meter, yet defined,
Just nascent thoughts within the mind.

So let the ink begin to flow,
A story whispered, soft and low.
From simple lines, a verse takes flight,
Illuminating dark with light.

And as the final stanza ends,
A finished piece, where meaning blends.
The task is done, the vision clear,
A poem born, for all to hear.