Inkwell
Just in The Moment In that pain I wish were not May you be sleeping Inured to the noise Name never to be blotted For your robe is white For this time between Know I need and have needed Help finishing deeds My heart grows weary Misunderstood for so long As if my whole life When "6 years" was said It was like all 8 unlinked Silver fell to floor When my storm rages It is more your choice than mine If and when we part There is more to do Cabin door remains unlocked Even as I write You are acknowledged Written in The Book of Life With Full Fountain Pen