Poem--Anticipation...

The paper is parched and dry—
Drought -stricken, barren…blank;
Waiting…

The outpour…the downpour,
The monsoon of my cloud-laden heart,
The deluge of pent-up emotions…
Heavy grey clouds hovering,
With the burden of tears held back,
Of fears unexpressed; and loneliness;
Of laughter suppressed, and thoughts,
Of dreams unshared, and hopes,
Of reality experienced, and disappointment,
Of the perception of unknown powers…
Of Love, overwhelming, possessing…
Spirited, passionate, tempestuous,
Uncontained by frail strings of words…
Seeking expression, seeking voice—
Seeking outlet…

And yet, the paper lies unblemished,
The Muse eludes me…
The mountain breeze of inspiration
Has yet to touch the clouds
With the blessing of Release…
And my heart is silent,
With the apparent calm
Before the approaching Tempest…