This Ink

There’s something about the way this ink flows
When my words pour slowly onto the page,
As I write these verses, limericks and prose,
I’ve prepared stories setting up the stage.

When my words pour slowly onto the page,
Feeling the ink steadily taking form,
I’ve prepared stories setting up the stage,
The poems are building, getting close and warm.

Feeling the ink steadily taking form,
I’ll follow her wherever she leads me,
The poems are building, getting close and warm,
It’s whatever the inspiration feeds me.

I’ll follow her wherever she leads me,
As I write these verses, limericks and prose,
It’s whatever the inspiration feeds me,
There’s something about the way this ink flows.