tick-tock-tick-tock-tick...

I sit down, room darker than night,
I know I have nothing to write.
My writer's block and a poet's clock,
does not stop me from penning a fight.

tick-tock-tick-tock...

I sat down, forced a thought,
I know I have nothing to spite.
My pen is drawn, my paper is laid,
but I couldn't, I'm alone, tonight.

tick-tock-tick...

I stand up, stretch my foot,
I know I have nowhere to go.
The air is thin, the pen not used,
without you, the paper seems cold.

tick-tock...

I stood up, I turned my back,
I look upon the cloudless sky.
I saw your star, the Libra Goddess,
she said "not a day goes by..."

tick...

I lay in bed, the paper and pen
still fresh from procrastination.
The air still thin, the sky empty,
as you seep into my imagination.

...*

My eyes drew a close, an empty dose
of longing and yearning for you.
And in my dream, there is an entrance,
a red carpet of roses awaits you.