A Poem: Invisible Ink

The words are there
Written in ink across the screen.
The ink of my sweat, of my passion.
Eyes not mine do read the invisible ink.
Eyes not mine do read but often do not think.
That is the case with invisible ink.
 
With time and patience
The words do come
Through toil and dedication
The words do run
They often flee the page,
hovering above and out of reach.
These eyes of mine see them
but do not think my mind can read them.
The words that are out of reach.
They are like invisible ink.
 
The reader smiles
The reader laughs
At the spectacle of writing
while the ink becomes dry.
They pause at my words 
but do not know why.
Could it be the ink is visible?
Could it be my prose is pitiful?
Perhaps the unseen has been seen
The ink is there, but what does it mean?
 
The reader and writer
Together they share
A love to discover what yet isn’t there.
The words and meaning
Separate do they speak.
That is the case with invisible ink.

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