Words fail me with every passing day,

Forgotten like the gods of old.

In distant corners of my mind they stay,

Waiting to come forth and be told.

A sabbatical of a shemitah I have taken,

Now I am a debtor no longer,

All my burdens have fallen,

Now the spring starts stronger.

Dark melodies flood my mind,

The water of life flows inside.

Who knows which sea my words will find,

Meandering words again ride.