At times like these when words seem lost
I struggle for an image to burn through the frost
To ignite that spark I so dearly need
For which I would cry, have loved and would bleed
A thought that lingers just long enough to be clear
Captured in essence and explored as if here
A time, a place, a person or a feeling
Something that now or once held meaning
The places in my heart reserved or forever taken
Now serve as my muse when my pen is forsaken