Pictures on Paper

Draped like cobwebs on window panes
Thoughts lie waiting to be born
To leap forth from silken-threaded minds
Spilled across paper tattered and torn

Etchings on a book of white
Lines to tell the theme
Words spill forth in blue and black
Memories become the scene

The telltale pen writes of love
Of things sometimes not said
And feeds the mind of the poet
A starving man offered bread

Ink blots spilling forth their muse
As papers fill with words
To fly across the fields of white
Like migrating winter birds

Fields of snow with tree-like shapes
Landscapes drawn in ink
Words speaking of things not seen
For those that cannot think

Words read aloud at night
To children tucked in beds
Of fantasies and dragon tales
Of wagons homeward led

So drink the wine of poets
Grow drunk with spirits read
Fill your hearts with wonder
From what the words have said