Pen Poem by Alnaver Baltazar

As I touch her once again
I felt how much she freezes inside
The coldness seems to destroy her,
Isolation took-off the light she once owned.

Indeed, I realized…
Its power to move every heart into drifting
Every mind into deep thinking
And every soul to find some meaning
Seem to have been blown by the wind.

Deep emotions…
It is her life and her soul, I know…
It is where she came from and will live forever.
It is where she finds meaning in everything
It is her way of giving life to something
It is the heart of everything that she possessed.

Thoughts…
It is her body and life mechanism, I’m sure…
It is where she finds strength and courage
To seek into one’s heart and soul
To give people some words to walk on with
To give lovers something to inspire them
To give wise men something to ponder

Words…
It is her composition
It is her way of coming into life
It is her way of creating a new world
It is how she can make nothingness into something
It is how she can relate to all
It is how she will speak about love… hope… and faith.

But as I grasp air into the darkness,
I realized…
The pen has gradually lost its power to become words.

October 14,1999