Come Fluttering Words, Come Drifting Words To Me

COME FLUTTERING WORDS, COME DRIFTING WORDS TO ME When I in sweet repose lie still, And restfulness surrounds me, Come fluttering words, come drifting words, Come drifting words to me. Come fluttering down and drifting 'round, And playfully surround me, As I walk dark streets of town, With midnight's cloak about me. Come fluttering words, come drifting words, Come drifting words to me, As I wonder, deeply ponder, What those words might be. I wander through the garden, I stop beside the door. I wait beside the fountain, For the words so sweet and pure. It's here that I am happy. My heart and soul can sing, As the words come drifting to me, My spirit lifts, takes wing. Judy Ball (The lady is a poet and she waits for inspiration) Written Saturday, July 16,2011 For What Is She Thinking Contest by Constance LaFrance - Wandering poet