He sat there staring at the blank paper , pen in hand but again no words escaped him .In frustration he laid the pen down and held his head , "What happened to the words  ? .he thought ! everyday they flow so effortlessly through the mind yet when he wants to put them down .....nothing ! He stared at the paper ...it was as blank as his mind ! surely something would come , it always had ! .He got up and walked away from the desk , the pen left on top of the paper waiting  As the hours ticked by he finally sat back down and took the pen and waited , but the day had been long and before long he had fallen asleep ,

And into a familiar dream he again fell , there again he saw her .And as always he watched her from afar , what was gone would never return .. , words were not needed .And as the time passed he felt a nudge as if someone was waking him , he stirred and looked around ......he was alone ..... getting up to go to bed he looked at the paper ..........

....This Journey .......

This journey have I but wandered

Countless roads drawn into lines

Crossed and torn ever falling away

Becoming ever as unending trials

Between I hide caught as time flows

As one ending  there but beginning

That what remains as in faint traces

Into knowing but there I become again

Color me as life ever being in your touch

For in what was taken but never leaving

There again see me as once before

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