Poetry why do you forsake me
Where are the words that once flowed like a stream
Where is the joy that you would always bring me
Now all words lost just like a broken dream
Why is there no more inspiration
To find the words that I so sorely seek
The moon that once spoke to me of love songs
Hides it's glow and to me no longer speaks
As I lie here in the night there is no magic
That takes me to a far and distant land
No fairies dancing at the bottom of my garden
I just lie in hope with pen in hand
I pray you will return before the sunrise
Bringing joy to me this coming day
Poetry my life is sad without you
I beg you please come back this time to stay
Picture courtesy of Nick Kenrick flickr.com
A dry spell is for just a short season. Nicely portrayed.