Ink
The ink bleeds into parchment
Beautifully formed letters
That will dry and become imbedded with time
Written in the heat of tumultuous feelings
The words hold such emotion
Of a soul who has suffered and felt deeply
Phrases cry out to be understood
By one who forever remains unaware
Centuries pass and the parchment falls
From a leather-bound volume of verse
It floats to the hardwood and beneath the shelf
Where a young girls gentle hand retrieves it
She reads it and weeps as the pain bleeds through
The beauty of true love felt but forbidden
Close to her heart she hold these words
As they are tucked away close on her own wedding day
Julie
Regis
This reads like a prologue to a beautiful story.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
I'd love to know which book it was and if the author is know. This is one of my favorite poems from you. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
Marilyn
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
Karen! Peace, Love, and Laughter. . .and a Long, Long Lifetime's
Supply of Ink, 'Pea' <3
Fee
Love,
ET
R~
Love Tinka
Of a soul who has suffered and felt deeply
Quite a powerful and thought provoking piece, Karen. And it truly proves that some written words live on forever.