Dried Words

When inspiration comes, it spreads its wings, Then off I’ll fly, as a bird that sings. I’ll roam through this world, soaring high and free, Unable to sit still, my spirit will flee. The future will discern black from white, So I kept stirring my words into light. What use are golden words if lost in vain, When even your partner cannot explain? Like a gloomy autumn cloud, heavy and gray, My verses feel tangled, all faded away. Dipped in clear water, like sheep at the stream, I’ll dry them like fish on this page, it would seem. If my thoughts reach no reader, what a disgrace, I’d be a fool left behind in this race. Let the dust settle, let them gather in piles, For dried fish will never spoil, even in trials. A good thought’s worth never will fade from the view, Words spoken with care will always ring true. If you savor the words, like dried fish in hand, The taste of those phrases will forever withstand!