As my black ink drips down,
I see a new write is born,
Sunlight shinning down on pad,
Waiting for new life to form,
As I sit there dreaming,
My pen breathes a whisper,
A sound of sighing and love,
Leaves my heart at a quiet purr,
I turn my hand reaching,
Fingertips on my silken pen,
The eyes of my pad open,
My soul drowns within,
My pen seeking my heart again,
My hand accepts with a kiss,
All liquid jewels trickle out crying,
For all the times we missed,
Our sighs cloak the worlds demanding cries,
Clinging fresh in sensual union,
The desperate, grasping need of our release protects,
The worlds baying voice,
Forgotten,
My black ink drips down,
In the shadows of the night.