Blank paper, waiting for words to fill the empty pages. Blank life, waiting for you to fill the empty spaces. I can fill all the lines with poetry that rhymes. creating illusions out of delusions magic writing on a page – words to you – unlock my cage. Spring may come at any age and you can fill my empty shell with dreams that nurture me so well, by making each illusion seem a thought you share, a dream you dream I will produce another play of magic moments every day. I’ll give you both the sky and moon and pray to God I’ll see you soon.
