Dry Wishing Well Poem by Miss Unknown Empty

There are times when I wish I could poet a poem.
I mean really-
something so very beautiful enough to make the stars shine in your eyes
or the music dance in your ears.
But now is not the time.
And thats really too bad...

But if I could I would sing to you of the joys of loving
and probably shed a dry silent tear over the pain of losing.
Too bad, because I would tell of being PROUD AND LOUD!
What a gas we are- high and low
straight or sober
militant or just soft-shoeing along.

I wish I could tell of warm sunshine of life in little babies' eyes
or write the sound of a mother's love.
Or maybe just tell a little of the track that trails in my mind.
I should be able to write the look of softness in a woman's face, or
the ice-fire-love-hate.

I wish I could.
If only I could.