My pen hovers above white paper <br />words stumble in my mind ready <br />to spill in rich black ink <br /> <br />my eyes weep those words as <br />invisible ink they dot the pages <br />retreat and spill again as I pour <br />out my soul <br /> <br />no words spoken, no words written <br />black ink, white paper lay as heavy <br />as the weight of her death.<br /><br />Deb Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-ink-2/
