WORDS,
are in my blood,
circulating, as a vital part of my essence.

They trickle challenging me,
to orchestrate upon open field of page.

They travel in-between ticking of clock
to create landscapes, as time slows.

WORDS,
are infused in my dancing steps,
as mind plays in playground of verse.

They evolve from one to another
making a golden thread
for a wandering readers eyes.

They are a gift wrapped
in a deep breath ready to explode,
as feeling center and writer guides echo.

WORDS,
are a sacred commodity
valued by both writer and reader.

They form behind tears to float on page
demonstrating sadness, or injustice.

They move inside rays of sun
to makes one smile peacefully.

WORDS
are stored in my writers treasure chest
in heart as they bring visions into reality.
As they gift the world to see and understand.