The Colors of Ink

A child living in solitude

Lying down in a field and awed by the sky and all of its magnitude

Images flash through her mind

of wondrous moments she’d like to freeze in time

Moments she has seen

playing out like a dream

Imagery she hoped she’d never forget

But where can they go if

locked in her head?

She pondered at times of how she was feeling

and wondered about life and all of it’s meaning

In her loneliness her friends would suddenly appear

Friends she created whom she held so dear

The story began with castles, knights and butterflies

Fields of red tulips and a dragon’s blue eyes

She and her friends together would explore

all there was in this imaginary world

Taking form from behind her eyes

Where everything imagined comes alive

She hurries home to give her creations an eternal life

as she sits at her desk and feverishly writes

The ink that strolls along the blank page

Begins to unravel all the details she’s saved

The ink presents the colors just right

As the words effortlessly flow and begin to take life

Fields of fluttery, blue butterflies

The ink takes on a power and begins to mesmerize

The ink and her journal of crisp blank pages

filled her life of solitude throughout her ages

Never alone did she ever feel

as the ink shaped her a world of

wonder and color that was very real