Days
go by, and life brushes my lashes,
but no ink spills images on paper.
A fleeting fear skims past; and I wonder:
Has the beauty within begun to taper?
Yet compelled, I sit afore a blank screen,
Keypad nestling cosily on my lap.
And with possessed, rapid clicks create
Random images, those that have or mayhap
As
when a flame leisurely caresses--
Paper secretly stroked with invisible ink,
As
if by magic my words too take birth,
And
in their dawn, my fears rapidly sink…
~Glowing Embers~
3rd
Sept 2005
