The Return of the Lady

Thanks to Spinsky I felt that i needed to write this poem about Writers Block

Desperation

I sat in my Chamber,
With my mind half in flight.
Yes, I sat in my Chamber,
Not knowing what to write.

How long shall this last?

And in my semi-awakness,
I galnced through my window,
Hoping to see,
The smallest ray of inpiration,
Yet this was not to be.

Blue

Defeated, I retreated,
To my fortress of dispair.
If a revelation was not to come,

The Dream

Weary, with dread I felt,
And soon with deception I slept.
Yet, in my dream I saw,
The return of my Lady,
The return of Hope.

The Message

She softly spoke,
"My dear boy" she said,
" With patience comes art,"
"With art comes love."

Reawakening

From my slumber I awoke,
I felt as if spirit awoke in me.
Someone who was lost,
And was now found.