All Across Infinity

Could I improve upon a blank page?
Leave a mark, an ounce of heaven like a silent sage
Could I improve upon a black night?
Leave a multitude grateful for the gift of sight
Like a thunderstorm an echo stays,
Draining deep into the ditches of your better days.
So I'd better build a line to last
An unashamed reminder of the Naked Past.
Could the brightness of the page stay
Or will the ink and the assumption wash it all away?
Could a syllable reflect the Real?
Coagulate experience and help you deal
If it's true then I should try again
At 11:30 early and again at 10:00
I should spill until the day I die
Even as the ranging reaper looks me in the eye.
As a poet reaches out for me
I'll return the favour all across Infinity.