Passing Faces

Passing, passing faces

Coming towards and leaving then

Expressions keeping only to the pace

With little left imprint

Passing, passing faces

One looks up with bright smile

A light of life among the glances

Gone soon enough, but in my memory rests awhile

Simply Words

Words,

Only union of pen and paper, sealed with ink between

So insignificant the marks left behind would seem

But what power in those hieroglyphics lay

What turmoil, mirth, and emotion betray’d

When a pen spills lifeless mark on lifeless page

For each mark becomes a character of the heart’s stage