It Did Not Write

The stars were clear as the day

And bright was the night

I had a million things to say

But my pen, it would not write

The moon was large upon the sky

Not a cloud in sight

My muses begged me low and high

My pen, it would not write

I saw a face that shone like pearl

A face so pale and white

But for all the beauty in the world

My pen, it would not write

As I sighed and stared, I cried

Into the fading night

Inspiration had come to me

But my pen, it did not write