Magic Pens

In the reading of a single line,
the world quiets; time becomes
another time. Boundaries ease
to markers for the journey.

A gentle touch; is it really there
or just the breeze? Fair winds
ripple in harmony, supple limbs
sway to the melody.

There is sweet music in magic pens,
sometimes a tempest, sometimes
a symphony…silver notes
like sailing ships

that brave the seas.
Stormy weather or
calm design, a journey
begins with a single line.

2 thoughts on “Magic Pens

  1. Inspired Counselling

    This is Brilliant. So much emotion attached to this poem. Thank you for writing it and sharing it. I have read it a few times. Following you for more 🙂 Stephen

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