Empty page
An empty page stretches out before me,
A blank canvas, stark and clean.
It longs for words to fill its emptiness,
To bring it meaning, to make it seen.
It aches for a story to call its own,
For a voice to give it breath.
It yearns for the ink of a pen to flow,
To bring it life, to give it depth.
The empty page is a mystery,
A puzzle waiting to be solved.
It holds the secrets of the future,
And the tales yet to be told.
So let the words come streaming forth,
And dance across the page.
Let them paint a picture of the world,
And let their beauty never age.
For the empty page is not truly empty,
When it is filled with thoughts and dreams.
It is a window to the soul,
And a door to all that gleams.