Yes I could write a thousand words
on paper etched in breath
and still my strokes would not be heard
until they meet with death
For I am but as still as stream
without a currents push
A lifeless tree that garners not
the thought of second look
Not sprinkled by the lure of fall
with all her colors bright
A simple soul that lingers on…
the skirt tails of the night
Companion to the distant glow
of stars perched in the sky
To kiss the world with earnest love
no matter harsh deny…
one thousand words, of heart of soul…
to which life shan’t reply.
Deo Volente
October 21, 2010
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