What is the promise of the pen

for a heart worn and sometimes broken

to hold the pains or to let them go

and find their homes in hearts that cry

or to let go of smiles that shine

and wane of a face that knew brightness

what paeans will you write

what prose or poetry

whither the course of the pen

the words that walk in line

or emotions that rise and fall

and sometimes fail having blossomed too early

or suffered a false alarm

the promise and pain of the pen

and the hearts that wring in pain

that’s another story, another day

till then, ciao’