Lost in memories murk
those words must sometimes lurk
out of the darkness and into the light
I must use my mental might

Extract them from the folds
no telling what they hold
a bit of humor or romance
you have to give them a fighting chance

Light the fire under your muse
**** her till she blows a fuse
then the pen and juices go
fill the pages with the flow

Write until the need ebbs
weave through text exciting webs
of suspense or sultry lust
your pen no longer full of rust.