To a Wayward Muse

Staring down at the blank page
smilingly, she mock me
Yellowing, the paper begins to age

Striving so hard for an image
trying to pry lines free
Staring down at the blank page

Frustrated, mind filled with rage
over images never come to be
Yellowing, the paper begins to age

Pleading her, offering up sage
waiting for her on bent knee
Staring down at the blank page

Waiting for a line to take the stage
reach out and watch her flee
Yellowing, the paper begins to age

This knot too complex to engage
this padlock wthout a key
Staring down at the blank page
Yellowing, the paper begins to age