alone with a blank page

alone with the emptiness of a blank page
my muse whispers in riddles and dreams
of secrets not yet written into a gilded cage
where the whiteness separates into prisms of light
and colored ink tempts images of hazy moonbeams
darkness fades from starlit skies, the white of night

I find the infinity of each possibility
speaking in a cozy tête à tête with inspiration
curious words come to life with an uncanny facility
as I quickly create a world with rhythm and rhyme
no longer afraid to face this invisible fascination
freed at last by the friendly gift of time

alone with the emptiness of a blank page
I find the infinity of each possibility

alone with a blank page
[2007.9.6…c]
A Cornish Sonnet
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