Days Like Spring

"Days Like Spring"

And some days,

They won't come.

Stuck in my throat,

Locked in my mind,

They remain.

Days like this;

Try as I might,

Not forthcoming.

Blankly I look at the sheet

I hold the pen,

But drawing patterns instead.

I stare at the screen,

But I am seeing different.

I look at the keyboard,

But my fingers move away.

Can't get words out.

I space out.

Days like this,

I turn up the volume.

The rhythm, beats and I,

Becomes one.

I turn down the sheets.

Suddenly pillow thoughts,

Becomes my salvation.

Like spring, first it's grey.

Then the heavens let loose.

And here they come,

Flowing like open floodgate.

And flow they do.

Tell me who can,

Stop the heavens from opening up.

It's beyond me, as it is you.

All I know, what I know.

Like many others,

I am a vessel.

Through which spring flows.