Show me how to spell ecstasy,
Taint the page with ebony ink,
Let me create that fantasy,
Perfect enough for us to sink.
You'll get lost between the lines,
And then find yourself again,
When the words blur in endings,
And instead feelings begin.
I'll lose myself in the pages,
And drain havoc into graphite,
A thunderstorm within the spaces,
Lit up by the lightning in your eyes.
And I think I become calmer,
Once the letters cease to flow,
Until the storm clouds again gather,
And the breeze begins to blow.
