Invisible Ink - POEM of the MONTH!

Invisible Ink 

It wants to appear on the scroll

While turning my pacing feet;
I look for the magic keyhole
With fingers of meager control,
Opening to a page incomplete.

From my blood-filled cartridge
To the bottom of a pen point,
I narrowly miss the vestige
Of my thought’s passage,
Hoping the two will be conjoint.

I fill the page with verse,
But my eyes smudge the lines;
If only life were in reverse
I could understand the curse,
And follow the sign.

When your mind is quiet,
And you pause -- pause to think
From the well within your spirit,
The Truth will illuminate,
As you write with invisible ink.