Newness

the old rings back
as newness it brings
how can this be?
or t'is just fancy musings?
for words that go lost
along with memory trail,
for dreams that insist
as my Holy Grail?

i want to write but cannot,
weeps my yesterday
the girl who fears fear
the road that has no way...
the poor excuse
of a block
that writers strive to knock
out of a mind
that need not think
and heart with too much
to drink.

not knowing how to begin
with newness spilling in
yet lines and rhymes
keep filling
the blank sheet that was

my dark age now has light
once again i write.