Empty Lines Poem by Michael Egan

I fear with you my poetry has gone
For you and you alone filled up my line
A singer cannot sing without a song
And what's an empty carafe without wine?

An oratory sans the spoken word
A nest grown cold abandoned by its dove,
Flight without air, a wingless bird,
A loving heart that's beatless without love

A painting void of color, mind without thought,
A landscape bleaker than Alaskan snow
A hit unhit, a catch uncaught
A lovely rose unbidden where to go

A desert parched beneath a breathless sun
A leafless tree, a barren womb,
And where we two once lay there now lies one
And wordless poetry and lifeless doom