Struggling to create something
Anything
I put my pen to paper
Signaling my brain to work
Nothing
A weak stammering thought
Makes it through my addled mind
A flash of something
A sight
A sound
That makes me think of you
And so it goes
Like a blooming flower grows
And the flames in my heart
Are fanned until they blaze
Like a wild fire
And there I am
Pen still in hand
Lost in my dreamland
�2001