Inkwoven
Pen and Paper,
Ink and thought
They weave a spell
Till it rots.
The words entwine
To a song divine
A world is born,
Thru writ words formed.
A Scribe dips his pen
And on page recites
His thoughts on life
And stories to entice.
A Spell is formed
In your head
Life seems so small
Compared to them
Discoveries made
Thru writ words lyric
Not one I'd trade
For naught with merit
From Pen to Paper
With woven words
I fly away
To other worlds
Of foreign spices,
Pages to smell
Their rough paper course
Is textured well.
The cover so smooth
With inky color
End papers bright
Inviting you to wonder
Exotic creatures
Tumble to mind
Flitting and flying
Thru the pages confines
The story goes on
It's not done being told
Keep your ears open
As it unfolds
Nothing can end it
None ever should
The world between pages
Is one understood
The words whispering in your ear
They ring bright and true
They show you a world
More real than your own is to you
Between a books covers
Lies your heart
The words you read
Are just the start
Even after the cover is closed
The story whispers on
Ready to finish its tale
Continuing ever strong
The ink woven words
Impress on your mind
They stay with you
For the rest of time
Inkwoven
Inkshown
Inkwritten
Inkstown
They all belong 'tween the covers of a book
'Neath the clouds of the mind
And beside you they'll stay
Forever and a time
We wish the words could go on fore'er
But even the best of things must end
It is now I must write on this page
"The End"