Ink

To know unearthed words have voices
Singing to sunsets never born
Even as screeching anguish
Knows but rakish odor
Buried beneath pigments of color
Yet to be discovered

Even as one’s lexicon flourishes

Unwritten visions resonate
Guiding eyes to blank canvases
Only paper can know
All for the sake of…

So

Surprise me pen
Wrangle me a stallion of open land
Let the sound of hooves echo canyons of sunrise
His mane of ancient swirl
Bridle my anxious heart
Breathe whispers from ash-strewn fingers once yesterday
Now today
Gripping this masquerade of compliance
So tight
It knows not to breathe
Only to write
‘Til sleep lulls the passion
And new dreams take flight

After all
Ink only dries

To live for tomorrow

As one's deathless friend