The ink staining the sheet in a fine circle
Hovering above the thin blue rule
As I hesitate to find the words
My brow knits blankets of frustration
Searching for what I could say
The faucet to my creative mind
A constant downpour these past weeks
Has suddenly clamped to a drip
Squeezing out only dribbles of eloquence
I know the cause but even better know
It is no cause for worry
The heart now so enraptured with new joy
Cannot express a passing coherent thought
In it's blissful state of logical confusion
The world's vast beauty seems meek
When held up to a paramour's eye
Yet even to describe such an eye seems impossible
Perhaps my words fail me
And an untroubled poet is rarely the case for remembrance
Rather this rough artist would embrace that shattering emotion
Than remain miserably untrue to become truly remarkable
10/13/08
