I'm finally holding
The pen of my dreams
The Mont Blanc
I have always wanted
It feels almost weightless in my hand
Somehow empty
But it writes like snowfall
Like liquid glass
Dripping down a window pane
But it's an empty window
What's wrong
This is the mighty sword I have waited for
Then it came to me
It may be a wonderful pen
But it is still
Only a pen
If I want that weight
That might
I must fill the scene living beyond the window
With sights so beautiful
That their weight alone
Turns the world