Neil Higgins

Written In Ink

On balmy summer nights,

listening to the pulse and the rhythm,

intense and extreme,

dancing with joy at the orchestra of life—translucent

and metallic,

flying in any direction,

a waltz of adaptability,

a transformation.

Silence drifted into the wind

as sand filters a renaissance, 

written in ink

upon papyrus clouds drifting

into space.