Paper

This empty page set before me
On the desk as hard as stone
That retains the memories
In forms of etchings
Of past writings and
Waiting to be filled again
With one's stories and passions
Holds only expectations
Like a mind gone blank
As blank as the night sky
It waits for a star
An inspiring thought
When my pencil touches down
On this endless runway of beginnings
A surge of ideas flows from within
And the pencil flies across
The horizon of the paper
Creating words; stars
Words that can only come from me.
This empty page set before me
Only just a moment ago
Is now filled with emotions
Thoughts and dreams
That only it will ever know.