Wash Pen



I want to write,
Write like the sea of waves that thrusts between the bridge of vows,

I would rip apart the waters of Galilee to see the words between them, and love
But I only hold a pen and no tears need be shed from love,
No body shall be divided under God's brow from whom eternal waters pour

Instead, for Moses, I will wait,
Because I only have a pen.

I have a pen.