Rockin’ Along
What do you do
when there are
no sad stories,
no longings for love,
no aching heart
or thirst for blood!?
How do you write
with no axes to grind,
nobody to hate;
no skeletons from the past
or issues to satiate!?
When life is peacefully
rockin’ along,
the only place a poet
can get a clue;
find an inspiration,
is to wait it through!.
From the depths of the soul
the instincts know
more lies in the darkness
than really shows;
a place where creativity reigns;
flowing through the veins
and rivers of the mind!.
A world within a world,
singing like a violin;
creating the music
that stirs the muse!.Www@QuestionHome@Com