The pen was young
and the paper clean
Each bright day
could bring anything
An ocean breathing
Smiling eyes
A lot like life
in paradise

Here a writer
was free and bold
The world a vision
to yet behold

I held the mountain
by its peak
I found the river
had words to speak
Each passion led
to more and then
Each day came back
to start again

Where now
my muse
My heart and light
have you wandered
so far away?

Where is that
elusive sprite
The very one
who used to say
'Come play poet!'
'Come let's dance!'
'Life is a lark!
and filled with chance'

Oh for the nights
we spent engaged
in talks till midnight
in a zealous age.
Oh for the captivity
of your seductive dream
and the flowered heights
Our souls esteemed

Yet now I fear
I've offended you
Somehow I'm alone
and nothing seems new
Please forgive
my starving heart
that always aches
when we're apart
and so I imbibe
a more desperate muse
One without joy
One more abused

For bowing to a need
and allowing for greed
The poet's pen
begins to bleed

Bleed out tears
and tyranny
on old scraps of pages
torn in me

And we shall search
A different path
to find what this darkness
really has