it’s the unwritten pages of this manuscript that hold my attention

the blank pages that call my mind the poems unspoken the future as yet unfolded

so many words spent pining for what was thought unreal turned to reality

now i share my quill with her hand letting her help design how the words sing

when you surrender to your dream there is every chance it comes to fruition

so i stare at the sheafs of paper untouched by trembling hands with wonder