Here Ye

Here ye sits and thinks if only ye had something to write,
Ye would be in a state of delight.
And so ye begins, with a dip of the quill
Into ye ink, poised waiting to write,
What do ye write all I see is a blank piece of paper?
If only ye had something to write.
The ink hits the paper with a splash a blot on ye landscape,
If only ye had something to write.
Today is a blot
Tomorrow is today’s landscape
As the ink flows across the landscape
Like clouds floating by
If only ye had something to write
Maybe tomorrows landscape will allow ye
And so ye begins with a dip of the quill