echoes in the cave, 1
you and i, across the room,
to the pen that sat waiting,
to the page that sat waiting…
i’m wondering if you have thoughts,
things i don’t yet know.
i’m wondering if you have words,
things i hope you show.
cuz the hard is shy,
and feelings still hiding.
i know nothing much,
sitting in the room, abiding.
over here, there’s a flood of thoughts,
and i don’t know where they go.
then it’s flat, absence of words,
as if cut, the flow.
so you and i, in room remain,
thanks for patience with me.
to loyal pen and page,
oh there’s a story, we’ll see.