resurrection

stains of ink
locked dead in papers

sun under the warmth of eyesight
to life they come

dancing with meaning, questions, confusion
dancing, jumping,
jumping, dancing,
jumping, jumping,

into your heart
whenever there is an opening

and merge themselves
becoming part of you

breathing with life
thinking, acting, searching
for another pile of deadlocked ink

calling them to life
dancing, jumping,
jumping, dancing,
jumping, jumping
jumping into life.