As the winds blow, the leaves still linger,
Will thou ever get to use thy fingers?
Pen in thy hand, twas there since midnight,
Will thou words ever come out right?
Oh so beautiful and measured words
Only thou shall shake all worlds
Where art thou glorious silhouette?
Let me not wait lonely til sunset
Time hath passed, and still no sign
Of anything but a singular line
How much longer will this go on?
Pray, not let it be too long
Did thy heart confess the truth til now?
That thou has been in my mind somehow
One foot at sea, one foot ashore
Words that cometh, I can’t ignore
I am no Shakespeare, I cannot write
Alas, It cometh! All’s said and right
Truth be told, tis a poem I speak
How one cannot compose, in just one streak