Expression

Black ink like night time
Upon a page as white as linen thread,
A story that was never written
Existing only in my head.

I savor each inviting word
That tempts me with its heat,
Seduced by the language
That covers every silky sheet.

The lamp flares up dimly
In the midst of the night.
As I capture the words,
They put up a fight.

They don't want to be bound,
They were made to be free,
Expressing the truth
Contained in both you and me.

I wrestle them down
Pin them each to each page
With an ocean of letters
Whose lines form a cage

To display the emotion
In a word or a phrase
That each reader can interpret
Infinite ways.

This is the challenge
That awaits all who dare
To try through their writing
Something wonderful, wild, and rare.