Ink

Soft words upon a snowy page
Velvet black on white
Words and thoughts from deep within
Brought forth to cast their light

To stir the ink with silver pen
A poor vessel it seems
And so we add the good the bad
Our hopes and life and dreams

Trace the thoughts in letters
Make clear the readers sight
And draw a world of colors
In simple black and white

How many will take the journey
Along the path you laid
How many will know the writers heart
Before the ink will fade