Ink of Mind

Ink expressions but dry,

While unearthed words have voices
Singing to sunsets yet born,
Even as screeching anguish
Knows but rakish pain
Buried beneath pigments of color
Yet to be discovered.

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

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.

Such simple needs,

This ink of mind.