Ink

Traces





A quill, a brush
Dipped in black liquid
The scratching sounds against paper
Up, down, curves, loops
Precise or random strokes
Where do you take me?
Light, heavy, trembling or steady?
I give life to your voice
I manifest your words
I breathe your thoughts
I make your soul visible
I leave your legacy.
Erasable or indelible ink
With odorless, fragrant, or pungent fumes,
I am subtle and bold
Clean and blotched;
Although my crispness might fade
I am a dip, a press away
To be the extension
Of the eternal you.