With this pen I write myself back in Into your sphere of patience and sincere stares
The letter shapes are strong and sharp the way I may have become over a decade past
Let the words alone stand as a reminder I am now as pure in thought as I always been
With a little luck and faith I shall remain
The white canvas I bought bears no calligraphy
For I don't know any
Though I clearly see images of two swords dancing in the air and the ink there were dipped in
Leave traces of strength and truth of the legendary warriors and their steel friends
An ink stain on this page I paused, I can tell It created a shape that can both be earth and hell, moon and sun for all the thoughts to wrap all around
With this pen I write what's inside And to you
I’ve wished to say
Pick up a pen and write if you will
Pause and stare at the white areas
Then return to color for balance of the mind.
These lines may flee soon enough
But the ink and stain have taken a part and
Surrounded a moment in time.
With this pen I write myself back into your life.
5-1-08
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