sometimes my pen sings across the page
sweet summer tunes flung out by Kingfishers diving for Carp,
sometimes my pen floats as softly as the clouds in my pale blue sky
or sometimes as bashful and rough as the dragons we see in them
sometimes my pen is dragged across the page
with the anger of a thousand innocents
caged for loving there other
sometime my pen screams like a mother loosing her son
and sometimes my pen isn't actually...
a pen
sometimes the pencil lines i scrawl get rubbed out
some of them disappear completely
the only thing constant about my pen
my pencil
my writing
the only thing that's ever constant
is my medium
is you
                           *LG