Sunday, April 10, 2011

A Loner's Heart Dances In the Ink - April 10, 2011




A Loner's Heart Dances in the Ink

The sky's nose is pressed to the window of a loner's heart
Knowing something dances in the bottom
And it stands in front of him

Nothing in life shows what a loner really feels
More than that fountain of ink
Whispering from her pen

Still the sky wonders if there is anything really there
Or if a loner's heart is merely full
Of emptiness dancing bare

You can see the sky's ear pressed ever so closely
Against the window of a loner's heart
Listening to the pulsing beat

Knowing something wondrous dances in the bottom
That is timeless, yet still he wonders
If it only dances in the ink

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011