Fervent Sigil

If I could I would
Lift it from the page
Bottle every rote word

A thin grey line
Echo from the day
To hide away, each secret bound

The quiet came
And with it came the turn
The tools were laid to bear the weight shouldered and furled

The ink will tame
Unbridled by current unseen
Unsullied page, memento mori

(If I could I would)
lift every word from the page and bottle them up
I'd bottle every rote word

(A thin grey line)
An echo from the day
To hide away, each secret bound now

Color the outline between the torrent and plain
An ornamented spellbound
Spellbound

Hold the flow in place with pressure against
Beneath the vivid all found
All found

Hold fast hope now
Etched on every page
Bottomless night around

Hold fast hope now
One begins to take hold
Every stroke a reminder not to let go

(If I could I would)
lift every word from the page and bottle them up

If I could I would
Lift it from the page
Bottle every rote word

A thin grey line
Echo from the day
To hide away, each secret bound