my creative juices are low . . .

. . . sad day

My Untouchable Void

Empty, 
I sit at my desk 
Staring at the
Blank page

I long to be like the others
Producing, 
Expressing. 

My opinions beg to be shared
But the abyss grows 
As I keep time with my pencil
One tap at a time

Tears leak from my eyes 
as its overwhelming hollowness
Consumes me

I call 
But they wont come
I reach 
But they’re too far

So I’m left alone 

Stretching,
Towards my untouchable 
     Void

10,000 Miles

10,000 miles
by Mary Chapin Carpenter

Fare thee well
My own true love
Farewell for a while
Im going away
But Ill be back
Though I go 10,000 miles

10,000 miles
My own true love
10,000 miles or more
The rocks may melt
And the seas may burn
If I should not return

Oh dont you see
That lonesome dove
Sitting on an ivy tree
Shes weeping for
Her own true love
As I shall weep for mine

Oh come ye back
My own true love
And stay a while with me
If I had a friend
All on this earth
Youve been a friend to me

To Have You

I went in with 
Confusion
    and passion 

But I spoke
And you listened 
I cared 
    and you soothed

We conversed 
As I described 
   where I went wrong

"it’s ok"
   You assure
   Easing my uncertainty
 with your blanket of words

   Immediately, 
 I absorb your warmth 
  As the layers surround
Enveloping my soul


How lucky I am
to have your truth
How I lucky I must be 


To have you