Voyager

Words have a way To etch fond say In fun and play Words in a surge Can feed an urge In thoughts that merge Words paint and show A certain glow Of light that flows Words touch and heal Or else conceal Meaning that spills Words in good time Can slot new rhymes In truth that chimes Words on a page Can line and stage Time beyond age Words can cause hurt In splash of dirt In unkind flirt Words in a string Can hurl and fling Troubles that spring Words spread a balm As soul knows calm In voiceless psalm Words work to fill The air with thrills In timely spills Words cannot flow Where stillness grows A silent show Words are but thoughts That speak a lot In ceaseless plots Words take a break When thoughts forsake Mind games most fake Words feed the prime Of curls that rhyme In lines that chime Words become still In drowning fill Of weary will Leon Enriquez 23 May 2015 Singapore