Turning the Flow

you release my quill from dried out surrender spell from a fountain of compassion and hope poet tree in motion when blanks fill my space book end of beginnings you balance my words weave reason and feelings into joined script calligraph meaning kindness caring and love when my ink seems spent you release the flow skin onto skin like a full moon and a spoon canvas and tapestry with passion and trust once I was empty mere parchment and void agonizingly close to oblivion of mute emotion smudged charcoal from a cartridge of nothing scribbles turned into librettos of craving engraved my lost note pads with crayons coloured my shadows with indigo dreams without you my worlds held no promise was shredded by life’s cynical silence now the pencil swirls once ever more 28 th May 2020