Fill up all the empty pages

can’t seem to say what I want to say

all those phrases empty spaces

between me and a better way

I draw close to pen and paper so word wary

no resonance no rhythm no meaning necessary

I can’t dance

I can’t sing

I can’t wrestle this night train down

I can’t keep this beat

up time in my mind

Listen to the distant howling

is that a watcher in the wood?

Raise a wave for the black bird flying high

It is impossible to reach there

but I’m still going to try

And bird rides straight on through blood red sky