Ink stains my hand like the stars
Always there in my mind
In my memory for all of time
I have written a thousand words
I have seen a thousand people
I have recorded a thousand histories
None of them are the same
I watch as time sets, and people disappear
Some are scoured with the fire of war
Some radiate a glow of something more
While thousands I have seen
Even more that I adore
Many I miss in the ink I write
Many I ignore in the favor of more
But now as I read and see the sky, I realize how close it seems
Whether a sea of fire or pearly gates of white and gold
I wish my better to have a happy dance with the one named fate
A thousand words I had written
A thousand people I had seen
A thousand histories I had recorded
Yet I feel empty as could be
I stare across a plane of grey not a single thing to see
I realize in my long still heart that this place was inside me
I fall to the stone salt wetting the grey
For hours I lay never to be the same
My eyes moved up to see the histories I had written
Replacing the sky i used to see
I close my eyes as a weight settles on my shoulders
As I came to reason what was to be...
A thousand words i have written
A thousand people I have seen
A thousand events charted
Yet none of them were for me
