what a beautiful sight

the color of possibility

is called “white”

 

an empty space

is a little appreciated

frame of grace

 

many words in mind

but the right ones

hard to find

 

the pressure is high

to fill the void

time’s flying by

 

not until every word

is written down, a writer

stops to frown

 

like an hourglass after time

the pages full, the mind

free of rhyme

 

a writers final goal

be empty in mind and

rich in soul

 

an empty mind

a clear sight, where every answer

can be find

 

the blank page

an enviable state in the center

of your minds maze

 

 

by Lasse Krey