Lost In a Poet's Thoughts

Floating black ink drifts away in my mind Thin strands caught in trembling winds of thought Winding through realms my body will not find Climbing like vines on words my mind forgot Within its blackness, dreams are surveyed Rendering thought with a weathered disguise Reason daunting, illusion conveyed Imagination flows from formless dark eyes Hiding in caverns deep in the mind's cave This black ink rushes through, covering me Exposing my soul, whose eyes I'm a slave And captures the truth, before it can flee Can I find words to light my soul's fire? Will I lay silent, when not inspired? 5/17/14