It Fades Dry

...If only ink
never dries up
then every dream
will be written to
remind us to walk our path
If only whispers
scream
in times of a disturbed calm
then maybe
there will be a smile
filled
with laughter to spark
a new hope
If only silence never
burns cold after
a faded joy
perhaps tomorrow I
will think of the sun
and embrace
a new warmth
If only I
could speak with fate
to ask a few questions
then I
would not fear
closing both my eyes
in my sleep...