Prior to Ink

Pen prepares its blood with quiet intent, Flowing with words that embrace no cliche; Its spirit starts to pump the heart's content, Beginning with inner insights to say. The ink's voice shouts with neither sound nor noise, Creating calmness inside the bold mind; The soul's silent scream still seems its best choice, For the right meanings hiding there to find. Shrouded images sprout in clarity, Springing with fragrant flowers of wisdom; Brightly bringing beauty to pure poetry, As the author asserts his true kingdom. Golden goal greatly gains its priceless prize, As wonder wakes up the sweet sleeping eyes.