The blank page is before me
Like a silent sea, uncharted and wide,
Its pale horizon shimmering
Waiting for a word I have not tried.
Waiting with absolute patience,
Like a breathless hush before the dawn,
Inviting dreams and whispered thoughts
Pen poised above its quiet light,
Where all my fears and hopes converge
In possibility’s white.
A brave beginning to a sacred space,
Where stories wake and shadows flee
The blank page is before me,
And all the world is yet to be.