Blank Pages

I absolutely adore A Blank

Something that waits to be told

A moment to be defined

The pen's instrument to be played

I love the feeling of An Empty

A lingering foe or friend to be made

Some adventure to be completed

The lines running through my imagination

I enjoy the thought of A White

Longing to be stained by my heart

Pausing as blue tears glide across

That breath before a rosy kiss 

Brush my hand across the freshness

Never pressed, never pressured

Never scribbled, never scratched

It completely inspires me

A Blank smells so sweet

An Empty is smooth to touch

A White expects greatness

Oh the possibilities!