Words, Etched Forever
Plethora of words like a gush of blowing wind pick me up in times of despair and make me float And I, like a dried leaf dance on the breeze uplifted and ecstatic; words are all that I need. Each one being a glitter in the night sky against the darkness of my gloom they light up the firmament of my life burning, smoldering bursting with light. Take me far away and unto the peripheries away from the dreary everyday monotony for only you can touch the depths of my heart only words can weave the magic that I yearn. In the wry smile of a forlorn lover In the softly falling silent snow In the lush spring bloom of a meadow All I see are words, etched forever,