CLON LESLEY

Pick up the pen, put it to paper.  Do it now, why wait until later ? I’m void  Searching for words to fill empty thoughts. Silence I listen to the moon, waiting for answers.  Maybe sometime soon.  I listen to my heart beat in inconsonant rhythm.  I listen to the wind, searching for what is missing. It blows me off track I ignore the dirt on the path, as I trace my way back. Pick up the pen, put it to paper Do it now. Why wait until later? Looking for inspiration to string together these words and letters. I hear the rain but I sit and complain  Rather than listen to the music it makes.  I ignore the flowers and the stories they tell Hoping my story somehow will complete itself. If only I listened closer to my heart beat And appreciate the rhythms and melody. If I could breathe again, I could hear my thoughts speak. And it would make sense. Now I listen to the flowers, the dirt, the sky and the rocks And hear them speak volumes through their silence. Then once again I pick up my pen For