Golden Pen
Rediscovering my creativity after I lost it for a minute
As I sail across the mighty ocean
With my golden pen handy and scripting
Every sweet moment around the ocean
Basking in the euphoria of zing
Every tick every mood has a potion
Every snap every ache representing
sealed by the hand of my pen in motion
For each memory my heart rejoicing.
We get to the middle of the ocean
Turbulent waves, the water start rising
My heart sinks like a womb in abortion
The beauty I write of, disappearing
My pen slobbers and falls down the ocean
Yet I am focused on the storm ebbing
I have been curious on this mission
But without my pen, I have no mission.
The waves stand still and beauty is again born
I’ve now found balance but my pen is gone
Gone into the deep, staring like a horn
My feet over my head, the deed is done
I’m buried in sorrow, my heart is torn
Sipping my sobs like the gospel of John…
