Help Me With My Words Again

I’ve been in a fog lately.  The words keep slipping out of my grasp.  They’re out there, all of them.  They’re floating around in the mist and I can see the outline as they drift by, just as I can see your silhouette in a dark room against the moonlight’s shine.

I don’t know if I’d call it a block.  I’m not really sure what a block is actually but I have the idea, its merely the execution that seems to be struggling.  But I have you so I know it’s just a matter of time.  You always help bring back the waterfall, the faucet just needs your touch.

Call it inspiration.  Call it anything you want, but you’ve always been the muse to kiss my words and make them pretty.  You are the reason I can write.  You are the reason I continue.  You are the reason I can begin again.