The Restless Poet

As the page lies vacant,
the barren landscape, a white expanse,
beckons the words to emerge,
and fill the void with one last dance.

I write to fill the silence,
speaking only to the surface.
The colors of my soul,
in penned words, find their purpose.

Musings of my inner thoughts,
whisper in the empty space.
Ink-stained confessions,
yearning for a touch of grace.

Written truths, in black and white,
etched on the desolate page.
My deepest thoughts, a quiet voice,
a secret soliloquy, upon the empty stage.

Syntax and rhythm,
create a waltz divine.
Subtle communication,
words merge in perfect time.