With Nothing To Say
I Must Have Run Out Of Words
Steps To My Consciousness Dusty, Cluttered
Not A Single Idea To Share
Is This Writer's Block?
Has The Light Of My Creativity Faded?
Have I Said All I Need To Say?
Or Is Something Brewing Deep In My Being?
Faith To Wait For Images
Colours And Patterns Attaching To Picture
Broad Strokes of Wisdom
Only Spirit Can Deliver
