June 26, 2011

Life beckons perpetrating innocence
unaware of unknown substances
coursing through veins imitating
blood in the guise of ink, of lead,
breathing life into that emptiness
now flowing as meaningful a a
river swift, unrelenting as the
heart pounding in her chest,
giving rise to words of beauty,
some profound, all with passion as
poured out onto paper with artistry
becoming life and all
else is but whispers in
the wind