A Poetic Pen

Write me a poetic pen,
One that ties in with a branch,
Ink letters on my shoulders,
Let it bloom into a rosy moment,
Extinguish a candle for the smoke,
And pin down the running pen,
But not until all has been said,
Not until the whispers dry out,
Make a weapon there and then,
For the tongue has be struck,
Blue, green, black, and red,
Thoughts shooting out like stars,
Each to highlight a corner,
Merging for a delightful portrait,
About this little poetic pen.

Friday, 07th of August, 2015