On days where creativity takes its lull

On days where creativity takes its lull
And my mind begins to strull
Longing for a time and place
To think and think profoundly

To stop and take a breath
From all the noise of the day
When little seems left
But to breathe in and out

Yet still within my heart
I know there is a deeper part
A substance far richer and grand
That for the now seems far from hand

To dream me back to desire
Where my imagination had its day
To where the joys of life
Are each and every day

And not lost in the dismal decay
Of the on and on repetition
That tirelessly pulls me from my
Position of hope

Yet sunken in the shadows
I see a flickering faint existence
That mirrors to me my own self
And beckons me near

Come closer without fear
There's still hope of this dream
Let not doubt or anything
Be thy mountainous impossibility

Thy time is thy own
And how it is spent
Is chosen tick by tick
Till the shards of sand
In thy glass doth cease

May it not be then
That comes thy peace
But may thy joy increase
Day by day

As thee pass it through
So do as thou wilt do
For as long as it is
Given you

And do it well
That in thy passing
Many may tell thy tale
And how thy life was spent

Let not thy mind resent
The wanderings of what
Might have been
But when when when

For then thy life was lived
Thy stories were told
Each day in their own
Particular way

So what ere
The doubts of this season
Remember the reason
Is to make much of what
Is there to make
And all the rest
Forsake

-Joshua Lee Foist