On Writing
Flowing pencil of emotion
spills into an endless ocean
leaving me with a notion
that love has gone away.
Ceaseless blue eternity
floating cold upon the sea
haunting dreams of sleeping peace
another empty day.
Sunshine soon will fade to black
words of plenty, now I lack
drifting far but never back
to stormy waves of grey.
Questions dancing in my mind
exhausted, swaying, then unwind
two steps closer, just to find
I've nothing more to say.
Copyright © Stephanie Cawthon | Year Posted 2007
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