Lazy-leafed sentinels
Looked down to see a solitary shape
Staring ahead intently while brown ghosts
Melted by on either side
And, laughing
Moved on

Lifeless white, a waiting page
Speechless, I find myself
Lacking the wisdom to reach the heights
Lacking the love to touch the heart
Lacking the art to touch the soul
While all the right words run away

Formless, thoughts dance through my mind
Desperate prisoners, tightly shut
Lacking the breath to give them life
Lacking the key to break them free
Lacking the form to give them voice