Wordless Again
Here I am wordless again
with pages left unwritten
still void of the stories end
straining for a sound no ear can listen
It's not that I have no choice
for every chapter has a dawn
an optimist, I find my voice
yet my tongue gets lost in the writers wrong
A line out of place
a paragraph unfitting
when the substance of words
still come up missing
Tide of life you rise like a mighty sea
crashing your waves in a rhythm
nearly crushing me
but for my pen, a stories musician
Rewriting the lyrics time and again
yet the melody is constant
as stars which have fallen
yet the sky is not condemned
For heaven still is heaven
and Saturn is not gone though it loses it's ring
be it peculiar without question
becomes a storehouse if only remembered things
Lose what we lose and give what we may give
we are still the same.
The picture changes over time,
yet our melody is etched in the frame.
And yet the words stay locked behind
the door of patience ordered by time
A story held a wordless wonder
I hold only my key sung in rhyme
Let me not be reckless of my words and my worlds
for the sake of a stories end that ought
be not just a song but a symphonic pearl
a heaven that can never be lost
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