Pages have lain bare,
Wanting for ink,
Thirsty for soul dreams,
Lonely for mind-candy's hallowed release.
More than six years pass by,
Finally my pen is back to hand,
In the wee hours,
Absent the glow of electrons and keys.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06-29-2017
Rembrandt Sleeping, Poem # 19.
