The Pen And The Sword 

I write

Words sometimes sharper than the sword

I write

Of all that never happened

I write

Of all that might be true


From a small country

Lower than the sea

Of rain and stormy weather 

Of happy wealthy people 

That sometimes just need more

Write what you think

Of days that end

With neverending stories

Of all that ever happened

Even only in dreams

Close your eyes

Open your heart

Love more or less

But love

Words sharper than the tongue

Bleeding ink

From veins filled with words otherwise left unspoken