The Unspoken, Unwritten Word

It’s been so long since I’ve picked up the pen I wonder if the words will come once again I saw not blue skies but multi colored hues And pain inside I now could use Power grew as I experienced and let go The words so fast rarely stopping their flow Beauty grew from ashes, Are the embers still warm If I start now will the pictures still form Pain and fantasy, praises and mirth Let the words come now, let me feel their worth There’s significance and value of painting with words Symbols on a paper that beg to be heard A world of expression that decorated my life I welcome you now on this magical night