New Clear Ink - Lyndon Queripel

Playing on a saying, coining a phrase
My pen is mightier than the sword you hold
But have you ever tried writing on the wind
Just lost for words and missing a link
Between lonely nights and empty days
Thoughts left unspoken, unheard, untold
Beneath the shadow of a missile finned
With invisible letters in nuclear ink.

Lyndon Queripel