Penned in by my own pen
No current thought will flow
No note I strike will rhyme
and so,
I send to you a ring
A ring that does not chime
A band that plays no tune
And hope it finds you well
Though I no water draw
To moisten my dumb lips
I’ll think of something soon

Since I have lost my words
A sketch I’ll make of you
To gladden my own eye

Telling you the truth
Please know that I still lie
Here beneath a tree
Penned in by my own pen