Biding Time

Much time has passed since the last keystroke, the last movement of the pen, since the last page filled.

However, never have will I forget how these actions never left me still, and still indulge in its thrills.

Apologies for seeming as if I lost my will, and ceased to give voice.

It was my mistake, but new I present a new choice.

As I lingered in my fantasies, biding time, within I found a brand new line.

Mature all that is old like a fine wine, and bring forth new lights to shine.

The time is now, and I shall harvest all that is ripe, and prepare to behold it with your sight