9000 Words

Our soul more beautiful than Angels With out weight a sparkle of brilliance beyond our eyes. So resentful of sin, that dust gathers In clumps to decay like holes. We inspire no pity of those who would help If we had the why to touch them.

Words fail me They are never there when I need them Words deceive me That’s not what I meant to say Words misrepresent me I wish you knew me Words lie to me God only knows the truth Words take precedent But my vision is much better Words do nothing They are the easiest part of work Words are words And my mouth often fails them Photo credit: Scott Cain

Photo credit:  Scott Cain In night I curl up As an island in north waters Owning quiet And all that is cold Alone in the water The snow my blanket Hidden beneath grey clouds A world unknown But storms so fearsome and wicked The fire of a hearths desire Confine to a cabin within All that is wind and wave And yearning for a tunnel out Are beyond that implausible beach To Walk lopsided in my soul Within whispering pines And infinite horizons