Take My Pen
by Odin Roark

My timorous friend…

Don’t feel you’ve lost that something
Have run out of words
Where construct and dream
Can’t locate buried treasure

Failing to move my pen to paper
You’ve left me forever whispering
“Where are you little friend?
Don’t be afraid to come out
We’ll overcome the demons”

Take my pen
It’s tender touch will lead you back
Gently
Understandingly
Along the darkened canyon
Down the mountain side
To the shore

Where wind borne sand
Undulates gently through sandy stones
Amidst dune-high grass
Still joyfully dancing
To the tympani clash of anxious waters

We’ll rest
Watch the tide roll out
Patiently knowing
Faithful ocean whispers
Have carried our crystalline bottle
Once again to our shore

The message within
Awaits your voice
Little poem

Just…

Take my pen?