So many ideas
So many thoughts
So many songs

Left unwritten from
Fear, or inopportunity, or
Inability

These are my unwritten poems
The lost songs of my heart
That whisper through the tatters of night

Like now when I cannot sleep

Oh, but for the freedom to share such...
Flickers and half formed thoughts of...
And I watch them extinguish with tears

Tribute to my unwritten poems
Oh lost songs of my heart
Whispering through the voiceless night

And the eerie orange glow
Will half do them justice
On the fresh page as I write

But forever my favourites
And most-cherished words
My unwritten poems...

The poems I lost
The poems I left
The poems who remain

In the night