(Correspondent, Antoine Emile Plassan, 1817)

Ink Upon Paper

Flittering of thoughts

Ink upon paper

Written before you

Not in rhymes or riddles

Nor hidden or in code

All eyes can bear witness

Of the words that appear

Unfolding in meaning

To each his own

Words of longing; prayers in vain

Of all that is longed for

Releasing the damned and liberating the soul

I share of my heart, true and unfiltered

Word upon word, revealing all of me

In the only way that I can

But if you look closely

Revelations belie

The seeker shall find

For only you they have purpose

If you wish to lay claim