Sunday, January 21, 2007

3:27 (Empty Page)

It's 3:27 in the morning
And I lie here still awake
Listening to the silence so deafening
While I wait for sleep to overtake
There's a small journal across the room
Unopened, unmarked, unused
But faithfully it sits as shadows loom
A picture of myself and my doom
So beautiful are the unmarked pages
Unspoiled, waiting to hold the words and letters
So terrifying and paralyzing are the mistakes
To inevitably mar something so much better
So much potential to be released on the paper
So many lives to reach and hearts to touch
And yet this is temporal and a vapor
Will this be enough?
Will You write my story on the stars
For them to sing for all eternity?
Or will you write my story on their hearts
For only You and I to sing?
It's 3:27 in the morning
And I lie here; an empty page
Listening to You writing out my story
While I watch the smile on Your face

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