Black on White

an almost silent scratch as one tool kisses the other

slowly, silently worlds are spoken into the ear of the creator

lines are formed into shapes that become the foundation of ideas

and with trial, pain, and emotion those worlds find life.

the smooth feeling of ink gliding across the depthless void

black ink on white pages. Words, awoken from their sleep and

brought forth to breathe among the living.

no longer.

no longer are words brought into the world with care,

now with speed, through boxes of light that try to create

for you.

no longer is there comfort in the weight of pages.

return me to the moments of silence without the clacks letters

return me to the days of ink-stained hands and tired wrists,

when the words that were spoken came from a place beyond the soul

to the days when black ink was etched into white pages and the world noticed.