So many words lost to forget Rhymes floating in different worlds Silent echoes drifting in space Reasons squandered in time Black and white so hard to find The truth is never plain to see Blank spaces fill the mind Ink dries hard from dormant pens The words won't come
03/16/2005
excellent journey into writer's block, in which I am sure we all can relate
calling the muse... yes, you write of it well... blessings...