Alone on this spinning rock we wander
My pen, my hand, I ponder
the solitary path I trip
and the infinite white upon this page I drip
With only this pen to write in blue
I sit silently searching for you
A mind I seek to share my soul to keep.
So if I may, with no sound nor peep
convey the message the reader doth seek:
By pen, not sword, or paths do cross
In word and ink our hearts do touch.
In peace, through art, love favors not
so together with pen we undo the timely knot.
Do away with people who may be bought
and know love can be fruitlessly sought
for with this pen I whisper to you:
Along thy path stay strong and true,
and know, this moment here, right now,
I do share with you.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 7:31 PM UTC
Alone on this spinning rock we wander
My pen, my hand, I ponder
the solitary path I trip
and the infinite white upon this page I drip
With only this pen to write in blue
I sit silently searching for you
A mind I seek to share my soul to keep.
So if I may, with no sound nor peep
convey the message the reader doth seek:
By pen, not sword, or paths do cross
In word and ink our hearts do touch.
In peace, through art, love favors not
so together with pen we undo the timely knot.
Do away with people who may be bought
and know love can be fruitlessly sought
for with this pen I whisper to you:
Along thy path stay strong and true,
and know, this moment here, right now,
I do share with you.
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