In Black Ink
                        
                            Ink
                  Black In Truth
    Awaits To Fulfill A Guided Hand
      Upon The Quill, Resting So Still...

      ...Resting So Still Upon The Quill,
       A Guided hand, Awaits To Fulfill
                          Truth
                     In Black Ink

There's an innocence to her
A purity I'd rather not taint
But enjoy for the moment
There is no lying in her
She is free of sin
Flowing with the wind and the waves of the ocean
She changes form but never loses substance
I witness her becoming and unraveling
In a never ending cycle
Of creation and chaos
I suspend, hypnotized
In awe of all that it is
To be free

Your son
decides to quit
med school to be a poet;
you're thrilled he's turned to healing
souls.

Search...
It's time to castle?
Don't lose direction!
Just keep buzzing and sting
the earth.

A bulb
withstands the stream
flooding muddy pasture
no silt will be its tomb this morn.
(It's home.)

Ponder:
How founts evoke
some kid 'neath weight of wishing
our masks feign smiles as players strut...
And scene.

There's no way out
It's too late, now that I've found you
Caught beneath a falling cloud
I'm drenched in love when I'm around you

Don't make a sound
Or let the noisiness compound you
Wading through the drawing crowd
Dressed for those who might surround you

Bring me back to somber days
When you were there to light my way
Like a mid noon cabaret
You give my world a needed change
Now that all the dues are paid
I'm not afraid
To sing your serenade

Icy breath snatches my tongue
Holding on to thoughts about you
Await the rays of morning sun
That melt away the nights without you

Take me back to yesterday
When you were there to light my way
Tomorrow's only years away
With time to blend the shades of gray
And still I see
The way you look at me
When I sing your serenade