The Ink of His Heart

This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.

I flip through the first

Couple of pages,

Running my fingers over the ink

That contains drops of his heart;

Through metaphors

And twenty-six little letters,

He has given the sea of my life,

And the sea of Sam’s,

An entire new meaning

Full of beauty that sparkles

Like morning sun streaming

Through droplets of rainwater

Clinging to blades of grass;

His life,

Too,

Is written in these stars

Typed across these pages.