I dip my pen in the fountains of new beginnings. 
Unknown stories filled with whispers of days gone by and gifts for the future eyes. 
Of countless worlds, some we’ve seen, some still untouched. 

Black and white brought forth from the Source.
Created to bring us to our knees once more.
I hear the nib mark the page taking my heart with it.
I hold nothing back. 

Building the world I see, but also one I hope, no believe, believe in. Words bring me to the road less traveled, the map used by the past.
Being one’s teacher, giving faded hints to all who will seek. 

My pen has been laid down but the new worlds call to me once more.
A new beginning.
I grab the page which brings eyes to the light before me.
A journey, a chapter, a mark to help me see again.