Invisible Ink

Before the writing,

collecting memories

silent endowments

 pages without lines

 

Before the writing,

I traveled a dreamer

imagining truant

what tomorrow defines

 

Before the writing,

the words clouded over

passing in bunches

like birds on the wing

 

Before the writing,

the wind was my compass

direction e’er changing

intention to sing

 

Before the writing,

my spirit a bachelor

no phrases to husband

no verses to wed

 

Before the writing,

immersed in tomorrow

my freedom untethered

—to go where it led

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

 

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