A Blank Page

As soon as I had learned to write,

a whole new world was mine.

The blank page often beckoned me

to fill it

You taunt me with your virgin expanses
Of yearning, of promise; my imagination soars
And I am lost in a rapture of thoughts

I opened my book, at page number one
read everything prior, and under the sun
The cover was enticing, judging my look
never

The story has to be written so the reader may understand
Fill the blank page with meaning by the movement of your hand
Words

Paper Seas

I drift before a wondrous white expanse,
Prepared to yield my will to wind and word.
My thoughts begin with