Welcome Back

Where have you been, Sir? >I was there, where there was happiness. Is that why you stopped writing? >Yes, I don't write happy. Is that why, you are back again ? >Yes, lines blurred the light back into shadow. Joy faded. Now that you are here And can't see past the darkness Of your heart blackened again, Will you write once more, like before? >Yes I'm familiar to it, this refuge. It's complexion, my muses. I cast myself here. Will you be wanting to spirit the flames again? Fan your gloom with our tempest winds? >Anvil misery and soft despair Sing the chorus that enables that fire. Glowing words of ambers inspired, I will take it from there. Reckon you'll be staying. Till the black birds stop pecking? On your usual course of hurdles forging? A season of meanings, I assume. >Right on time for wanton bee stings. All familiar sympathies, thankyou for having me. Welcome back Sir. >It's good to be back. Anytime.