I spend more time staring at a blank screen
Then I ever did in a previous life scene
Maybe I’m waiting for your name to pop up
Or for the poem to just write itself
My thoughts jump off the shelf
Arrange themselves on this blank sheet
Tug my rubberband cause you’re in my head
Waiting for my dream and I to meet
Then words and I can intertwine our thread
So much in the air
It’s hard to know which thought I want to make concrete
Too often I jump in and care
Practicing protecting my heart, regret and I don’t need to re-meet
So much to write about, how will I ever get it all out
I guess that’s what writing is about
A beautifully weaved route
Never a drought
On the contrary, something I can’t live without
Staring at a blank screen
Is when my daydreams are seen
More alive than they’ve ever been
I imagine seeing your name
All my words breaking the frame
I imagine the screen having a vivid image of my inner flame
Hearing this reality’s game
When I close my eyes and see this blank screen
It’s you who’s there, how keen
Define “keen” how you like, it’s more than it appears to mean
Ace