I write words I cannot pronounce,
Lyrics my soul holds,
And music from silent chords,
Interchange and bounce.

I write words not to break a cold,
Not to save the world, but myself.

To be heard by my heart,
And maybe god will hear me too.

I write words as most honest prayers,
From the layers of my unconscious surface.

Words from a blue place, or a winter haze,
Words sunshine laced...

Words to embrace him, who I miss,
Words to find a grace, and words to dismiss
The ugly interfaces of realities.

Words rain,
Words run in veins,
From a word to a word I race.