Blank Pages

its dog eared, ragged and torn

read and reread time after time

pages filled but not written

unspoken verses in rhyme

each chapter a memory captured

stored parchment faded and old

a diary of dreams and wishes

someday he hopes will be told

sometimes wind moans outside

like the sobs of a heart broke in two

so he fills in another blank page

with a new memory or two

he closes the book for the night

but first he kisses his fingertips

blow the kiss to drift on the wind

hoping it will find his true love's lips