I cannot find it in my heart 

to write a wonderful free verse. 

So... let’s see what dribbles out. 

Part of my heart is MIA. 

The songs and stars are silent skies, 

which leaves a shadow of what I am. 

Love is there, but not always with me. 

I wish to write the melody 

of a dove cooing a love song, 

its mate captivated by its sweetness. 

Yet, all I feel is the wind 

whistling through the trees 

like my forsaken computer 

sitting on that old vanity desk. 

It has no lure to lavish, no light to light. 

These words are written without 

that loving feeling, without will of heart. 

Just words on paper transferred to the computer, 

without the love I wished to impart.