The connection
of paper on pen
makes me want
to believe again
in life,
in love.
If two souls
can touch
so silently
and still leave
such a mark,
what is to come
of us, my dear?
I can deny fate
like sinners laugh at God;
I can wake at dawn
and see only moon, not sun.
We can wander forever,
looking for the ink–
the touch of pen on paper,
a love that saves, not sinks.
November 5, 2015
Incredibly beautiful!
Thank you so much!