I Need a Blank Page

I need a blank page to write on and endless brilliant plane to learn and walk through my thoughts for the very first time again The impulse is for always more in the quietness that is a soul that breaks it's body's great desire to make noise Our bones and skin and everything we've borrowed from the ground but the soul, the gift will forever lift the body broken down There is heat that travels skyward through the heels of us all to blend in with the cooling mist that from the beyond falls What shadows exist without the light the darkness is our plane to drift in bare and softly dare ourselves to there remain It is the constant pulse of time that returns us to this place a waking mind an opening eye and dreams that drift like lace If I had been there at the start I could have helped myself and anyone who dared to come with nothing on their shelf The rolling clouds that hang above will all let go the rains to show that love is more than just a name beside a name I found the page so very blank I could not write a word where nothing exists only the optomist and I am the absurd