Black Ink and Dreams

Black ink and dreams
bring forth
shadows of light
I rise
mightier than the sword
with the death of each night
I speak
as the heavy pen bleeds
thoughts burn
and turn
empty pages
into planted seeds
stroke after stroke
colors the imagination bold
the prism of wisdom
called life
is depth of my soul
my hands ache
though only a few pages remain
the world is better
yet it still needs to change
that is my purpose
truth of my legacy
another’s love or hate
may rewrite time
but never will it
rewrite my history
I’m tired now
though I’ve done my part
the pen has been emptied
the picture is now art
night calls
bringing forth shadows of dark
though my flesh is with the ages
the journey has my heart

nice keep on writing

Thanks

Speaking as an artist, NICE.

haven't seen you here for a while...

Love the way you blend words, nicely done.

glad to see you back, even the title was cool

Thanks everyone for the kind words and it's nice to be back. I was working on a novel but now it's back to my true passion, poetry.