I Dread A Blank Page. Comments

These homeless ideas will lie stagnant until Another lake, I'll find. And that lovely day Will be one for leftover scraps and gems Mixed together and molded like clay lovely idea jessica..can u also please send me the context for the poem as well i feel its good in my heart just want to get ur meaning of it :))

The ocean will be calm under my hands Layer upon layer of words will rise high And stretch out to form new and wonderful lands - All of this from my once blinded eye!