up and down of stains
Its like my pen has a flow it needs to curve to,
no stopping its path, it's rude to stop what it has lived upto.
Up and down, who knew my hand could keep up
with these swivels my fingers have released, don't stop.
Up and down
up and down
up and around,
see the way my finger tips could change the world without a sound.
My lips don't hold back the roar,
my hands shouldn't either.
Another's eyes could see the heart I left behind
a few thousand years from now and no longer have a bind.
Thats what happened with Shell SilverStein,
years past and yet she is my accomplise, my fiend.
We could be connected, this person from another life
someone I never met, never will, flowing through a different strife.
But to be a friend through words, ink staining paper
is the greated magic one could leave, the greatest power.
Up and down
up and down
up and around
a word left for the world might change a child, mother, father's ideas changed........how profound.