Oh, my new pen is far more

Than the fountain of  my youth

It just flows with intent

Softly uncovering its truth

Its carefree strokes

Leave a slow drying mark

Ink and paper merging gracefully

Lighting up the dark

I am loving its slender

Long form in my hand

Relaxed fingers just allowing

Words to make their own stand

Letters grow, as if vying

For their fair share of ink

Present energy creating

No requirement to think

Such beauty. Such form.

The start of a new affair

Such fun we’ll have creating

We’ll go here, there and everywhere