The Gentle Promise of the Eraser

The spent eraser, on a mute and dry back
of a sheet that waits for the unknown,
silent keeper of an ephemeral echo,
an unsung pact, a distant secret.
No one knows its latent strength,
the empty nest of an embrace to come.

But arrives the dampness, a gentle sigh,
and in that instant its silence is broken.
Resilience awakens, joins and starts
the word on flight that was once unknown.
Its mute call becomes substance,
a fragile bond that time cannot undo.

And thus it flies, the held word,
entrusted to the breath that carries it.
The promise reveals itself, no longer mute,
its mission has grown much stronger.
A slender bridge, from a barely awakened touch,
that supports worlds and entire words.