Poem: Pen To Paper

I was looking through some of my old notebooks which I used to write my poetry in yesterday. A lot I didn't really like but when I came across this I liked it because it explained the conditions in which I write most of my poems. Hope you like it!

Pen to paper in the dark,
Words refusing to settle straight on lines,
Barely aware of the letter being written,
The pen speaks for me.
Adresses my wishes...
and lives from the ink
a life longer than me.

Words are spoken to the ear,
and lost to the air.
Pen to paper lasts forever,
and strengths a language
that isn't lost by breath.

It can be received over and over
read with eyes
and taken in by the heart
No mis-understandings.

This explains why I write to you
rather than speaking to you
so you can see my words over and over.
It is not vaporised into clouds
but entrenched here
from my pen to paper.