The writing I am writing
Is the soul to my soul
Words flowing, letters falling
Beautifully into lines-
On the ghostly white paper.
Writers flow to the brain and pen flying.
Oh! What a thing to be writing my soul-
Scripting my soul to paper.
My soul is but paper, My mind is ink,
The pen is but the messenger
Throughout time.
Forever is recorded
What I thought and said.
Years from now - When I am gone,
Remember the writing I am writing,
And know you are reading my soul.
(Thursday, September, 25, 2008)