Pen

 

I write the version they tell,

and not the one that I know.

But when their emotions swell,

they compel my ink to flow.

Sometimes I am beautified

with fancy letters engraved.

But fill me when I have dried

for I belong to the brave.

Past, present, future I tell-

hope my words will cast a spell.

Shadows

 

I see shadows in my dream.

And I see them when awake.

Elusive, fuzzy the seem

but I know they are not fake.

They appear for a reason

to tell I am not alone.

As they drift in my vision,

I believe I am their clone.

Time slips by, memories brew-

with my thoughts shadows accrue.