Ink

Striped sunsets
burst forth from Ink.
Bent rainbows chased silence,
a captured moment in rhapsody
caught on Ink.
Cherry blossoms whisper
intently on old parchment,
forcing life to unfold
like a ribbon
withered in the course of history
laid on Ink.
A hundred battles stolen
from a patch of cosmos.
Bridges of thought rushed in a blink
to find out that
all that I am
is Ink.