The story of a girl and poetry

A vast night sky , an empty page
I peeked into my heart to write and gaze
And dipped my pen into the stream
And wrote a morning bliss of dream

When the stream was dry and parched
There came a page who proudly marched
He giggled a bit and and overtook the sorrow
And made the stream back to flow
The page was no one else but poetry itself
And built on the stream a beautiful shelf