then came the words
a barren field
once full in bloom
stood quietly as wind blew by
no rain nor sun could revive
the rotten roots beneath the ground
a page as blank as my stare
once full of scribbles
sat peacefully as time flew by
no laugh nor soul could inspire
the ink to splot
but you came in
swirling and laughing
and swept up my field
sewing the seeds
you danced along
my empty stanzas
and marked my page
with unspeakable words
