Within this place surrounded by silver leaf
The guides carry me to and fro - hidden
Brought out only on occasion or need

Within a pocket, I may glide in on velvet
A marker keeps my messages in order
Only certain eyes to behold true nature

Within a binding, these truths scrolled over
Many pages behind a silver lock and key
Worn by my master undisturbed - silence

Within the dark, I stay until words beckon
Fresh ink stains my individuality neat
Calligraphy decorates my corners like webs

Within the right hands much is to be told
Secretly, waiting to be found over time
A nook and cranny of a soul bound within

© Frankii Fame