A body's curled up in a small little nook
while a mind roams a world open wide
for spaces and traces, new faces and places to look
for the Idea-the Idea free and strong, bold and brave
and the pen meets the hand meets the ivory page
where the blue ink flows on.

Reading and Breathing and Story and Truth
growing and learning and fading and blurring
round and round the burning bush
with quiet pause and frenzied dance
the flame hightens and lightens and brightens the trance
while the blue ink flows on.

To the beat of the heart, the rythm of the song
the two become one and the one becomes more:
Life is the dance time carried along
twighlight to dewfall, sunrise to sunset
moonbeam, starshine, circling planets add their light
as the blue ink flows on

The world holds the heart but the heart holds the world
each finding its place as
part of the whole yet the whole of a part
and the words make their way back to the skies 
a poet's a fool but the foolish are wise,
from their hands, the blue ink flows on.

To us who waite with listening ears
we sit by the river like statues of stone
straining for voices of elder years
the current is deep and the current is strong
but the shallow eddies enamour the throng
while the blue ink flows ever on.

Who dares to take the leap
beyond the vain and the timid
into the pure waters, untested and deep?
He'll rise down through the darkness, sink up to the light
seeing eyes will be blinded and given their sight
in the blue ink flowing on.