I am just a writer
though a poet by Design
waiting on these empty pages
and your worthless promises

I am staring at Old photographs
and the writing on the wall
and I recall

our better days and
younger years
that seem to just Drift Away on clouds I've stained with ink

and so I think
Some inspiration will come to me
in the form

of a message sent down
on Floating leaves

sent by the trees
that quilt the greenest patterned parts
of my memories

So I can see
what is written on these pages
and with the wisdom of our ages
all our empty, broken promises and  hurtful lies
and I try
to see reflection in the mirrors of the tears we cried

I am just a writer
and poet finding songs
So come along
with me
and I will take you to
the places that you want to see....
as I remember pages filled

I am just a writer
and
a poet by Design....


Cherie Nolan © 2016