By The drifter from heaven
As I step into the light—
to pick up my pen,
My shuddering hand
felt the weight
of the years gone by.
The pale ink remembers my name
with a heavy hyphen—
As I started writing,
the ink felt like tears
of gray.
It brought me shadows of joy:
But sadness doth sway.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
By The drifter from heaven
As I step into the light—
to pick up my pen,
My shuddering hand
felt the weight
of the years gone by.
The pale ink remembers my name
with a heavy hyphen—
As I started writing,
the ink felt like tears
of gray.
It brought me shadows of joy:
But sadness doth sway.