Words In Permanent Ink

Words in Permanent Ink David J Walker I remember A piece of paper As a prized possession But it was nothing without the pen And the ink and the words to Go with them And the meaning of the words That made the paper what it would become But the work was not done I remember the paper and how it glowed as if on fire I remember the ink and How it bled the words from The tip of the pen I remember how carefully One wrote In order not to erase a single One of them I remember the paper Thinking there would never be another But the words eventually faded from the hold of the permanent ink jailer and slipped into some yesterday or maybe it was tomorrow