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

Reviews

[Joel M Frye]

That is the question, is it not? Whether what lives and breathes in full color from black ink exists anywhere else? And yes, the loner's heart is full of emptiness...except that it rarely dances. You've done lovely work here again, Neva. Thank you.

[Lexi Nicole]

This is beautiful! Lovely imagery, perfect flow, magnificent work.

[Ladysue]

Again exquisite use of imagery...lovely picture...thoughtful presenting that mood of wonder...loved it!!!

[Lily Mae]

Perfect Neva and so true...x

[Worms]

loners and socialites can both find solace in the pen
beautiful use of imagery and a wonderful paradox put in there
a loner's heart is merely full of emptiness...
beautiful tone and nice style