Write


Write


Ink and paper
Sea and land
Words flow through as tidal bands 
Ink and hands 
Skies and trees 
What treasures do we hold inside?
What secrets does the pen bring forth?

Ink and sea 
They both flow 
Paper and land holds them close
What do our minds create and fold? 
Ink soaks paper 
Sea soaks land 
Water dries without a mark 
Ink stains with messages from the heart

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Something that crossed my mind.

Musings of a writer?