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
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