Poetic Light

A pen danced alone Her ink dried fast Quickly I was to throw in my cast A strength well felt, mighty like a stone She wept onto the paper, and letters took form Many tears of ink fell, writing to a storm Alas she bit the bait, I reeled her in she was sad I took her in my keep, all night she did weep I awoke to her fresh ink Her strokes truly did make me think And with a few stanzas she made my heart sink Her style of writing is rare I love to hold her, she makes me write When I'm with her I feel so right The moon shines to her memory Again we dance, her ink spills Her love, spoken or written my soul it fills The paper runs out, we pause to the message it spelled love She stands on the stage with no more ink falling, over is the night She looks to me, and I say " may I have this dance"? She smiles in a poetic light