Void of inspiration
at its fullest
I come to you
Oh Poet
of finely tuned lines
and satisfying lure
Oh artistic soul
I need your seed
of creativity -
the golden thread
which weaves beauty
in life's tapestry
Pull from the depths of me
where my well resides
Unplug deepest knowledge
Uncork my saturating Truths
I know I have a fountain
waiting to burst upward
to splash upon empty pages
my soul's multi-colored ink
where prisms wait for your light
Shine forth that inner glow
I've seen behind the shadow
in your eyes
Mirrored
our thoughts hide
Reflecting pain
mimicking smiles
dancing between lines
of inspiration
or raw truth
Scratch the itch
in my brain
Hold my hand
Find my heart
Guide me to the new
or perhaps
begin with a kiss
and we can go from there...