Empty and bare
The page awaits
For input from my Muse
Of which my heart relates
But there
Upon a blank page
It’s ready for the dance
My Muse’s favorite stage
For even a dream
Still unrealized
With room to grow
A place to materialize
When she reaches deep
Within my aging heart
Bringing out my best
To the page we are of part
And so, of a blank page
I may often stare
Of pride that’s yet to be
Not just words it wears
Copyright © Robert Hays 2014