I have heard it said
That the blank page
Is a daring but lonely journey

Some doubt lay grey clouded
Rain enshrouded
The weary words
May not yet come flooding
But I am not afraid

I will not waste the day
In a wasted haze
Instead full blushing
I keep the bile flushing

I try to put most attachments
In their proper place
Death will wait
Or come when beckoned
May even come uncalled
I know it comes for all

Skin will wrinkle
Thoughts may fail me
Inspiration may not avail me
But I do not fear
The potential of the blank page