Shortage of Current

Fragments of thought dwindle,
cut into meaningless pieces,
the silence is cherished,
for inspiration has perished.

Struggling for expression,
yet empty remains the mind,
though my heart is eager,
visions fill of only cedar.

Unable to see beyond this,
I am frozen like a statue,
as the day fades into night,
the moon shines it's light.

Despite all of my attempts,
there is no give to my force,
the next time that we meet,
I will not admit defeat.