Filling the Page
Filling the Page
On a stormy night my heart longs to confess,
to anything, or any one,
whatever helps me rest.
My pen to your page, I'm slipping slowly away.
The ink spills as the lightning fills the room with the light of day.
Out onto the paper, my thoughts they flow,
I'm not just filling the page.
The further I go the better I feel.
To fall away now would seem sureal.
Quickly my slumber transforms my mind's state.
Hurrying to get these words out,
before it's too late.
Into the morning the storm will rage.
Flowing like rain drops my words hit the page.
I'm not responsible. It's a factor for my age.
Waking tomorrow the world is my stage.
I'm not just filling the page.
Like the sun through the clouds, My thoughts become clear.
I sing out softly these kind words in your ear.
Your love is all I feel. Your voice is all I hear.
My pen to your page, I'm slipping slowly away.
The ink dries as the sun unleashes it's rays.
In my memories my words now confide;
Filling the page and the distant skys.
This poem was written by James Wagner on Nov 16, 2007.
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