The Elusive Poem

I wish I could find it the elusive poem I dive deep into the word pool of my mind To no avail My magnum opus eludes me My creativity is like a wide-open plane But still one poem does not show itself In the fertile garden of my mind I prune away discordant thoughts But still the opus does not bud I feel the words caressing the Synapses of my mind Yet I cannot Conjure them Cannot channel them through My hand to the pen From the pen to the paper Why is this poem so elusive I mean it no harm I only wish to share it If only it could know the joy That it would bring when it is read It would no longer remain hidden It would burst forth with the beauty And brightness of the morning sun As it tops the mountains and explodes Onto the valley floor But alas it is not meant to be The elusive poem still hides itself My magnum opus still eludes me