Words on a page
letters and spaces
the mind works
the pen moves and stops
heart ache and imagination
creativity at its finest
though a void still apears
darkness and nothing
hoping for something
left with only
writer's block
Day to days
weeks through years
not paper has pen met with
song or poem birthed
Finally fire from a solitary spark
does bloom
The mind sees beyond
what the eyes gather
the train stops between heart and fingers
finally pen to paper
creation born
for you are my inspiration
Cx Patterson