I stare at paper,
Blank and bold,
And in my hand,
A pen I hold,

No matter what I feel,
My pen shall never touch,
Emotions mix and swirl,
It's for the page that they lust,

Tears may come forth,
The army may dismay,
But it's forever for the paper,
By which my life shall pay,

And it's when the paper burns,
And the embers taint my words,
The everlasting thought on paper,
Takes a charcoal turn,

Now I let my words go free,
Let them travel on the wind,
The tainted love of the paper,
Of my paper and pen.

By Siobhan

Date: 9/2/2004