Blank page, anxious pen
All night long from six to eleven
Head is dripping as a thousand words wind
Gushing through this dreamy mind
Where should I get to start?
What is the beginning part?
A dash, bullet or question mark?
My exclamations are igniting sparks
Empty canvas, empty space
Each palette awaits their own place
We are colors in our own ways
A motion picture our footprint paints
there’s a heartbeat in those keys you were playing
through these walls this lovesong is reverbing
as you were sitting by the old piano
purest of love sings at its echo
this familiar tune still feels so near
a nostalgia i hold so dear
there’s a heartbeat in the keys you were playing
the highs and lows valleying and peaking
through the battles we’ve fought
you’ve always thought
where trials are audacious
life remains more melodious
Write your thoughts on a tablet. Let them flow like surging electricity from your imagination to your pen. Wonder how its ink draws a picture of your ramblings when it taps into this source of power. Let nothing disrupt your ideas. The blueprint of your dreams is your frame to possibility. Let your spirit carve marks on your placid paper where your sound is written. Soon your scribbled riddles find their meaning and turn pages of this journey to a story lighting up history. Let them not be forgotten or forsaken.
Write what’s in your heart. Pour them out like spilling water colors into an empty canvas. Let it expose the passion in your blood. You are not willing to hold your peace forever. For the ones you love and for what you love to do, for art and peace and food for the soul, write with the power of the pen.
“Write the vision and make it plain upon tablets, that he may run that readeth it.” – Habakkuk 2:2
PS- Have you felt its power lately? Let us know.