Ink

Black veins pulsing through ivory sheith

Giving life to souls imagined

Beating rythm into hills and rivers

Ink

The lifegiver for imagination

The breath of creativity

To refine

Feel the heartbeat of old ink

Desperately holding onto life force

Speaking out quietly for years

Breathing wisom to infants who barely open their eyes

Wisdom to nurture infants

Grow

Stronger then before, life force

Beating

Pulsing

New ink, wiser

Fluid