A blank page stares up at me
  Thoughts spinning at its hypnotic lines.
  Expression howls to be set free
  As all potential displays its mind.

  Gaze up and out beyond the stars
  To see reality's true desire.
  The echoes roll down from afar
  To rejoice in its eternal fire.

  Time and Space are conjointed twins
  Whose purpose lies in premonition.
  They continue on, each with a grin
  Heedless of their intimate condition.

  Like colors on canvas, words will blend,
  Their brilliance stunnig those who hear.
  They long for sentiment's lost trend
  Their voices ring out loud and clear.

  A happy event brings many cheers
  Just as the sun makes clear the day.
  Yet more powerful are gentle tears
  That fall as raindrops slow at play.