298. So Many

So long has it been
That the ink of my pen
     had run dry.
So unfamiliar was the candlelight,
That I had long forgotten
How beautiful were the dancing shadows.
I am home---
So many thoughts do wander
Across the canvas of my mind,
Each a story I've yet to tell.
So do I regret the absence
Of my pen from the world,
For so many stories I will never tell.
So distant do these ideas lie
That t'would be impossible to recall
All the tales I did intend to tell.
So many lives of beautiful verse
That will belong to the ages,
Never to be read, just to be forgotten.......