Falling From Words

Although I don’t always have words True words, colored in rich and vibrant Adjectives – adverbs so strong They seem heavy like darkness I do have hope Hope for the verse and Hope for the vison Hope for the feelings And the wisdoms I have faith in the many stardust moments Sprinkled with glittery passion Peppered with intimacy and inspiration Prose that hunger for the empty page The gifted pen and graceful hand Of some writer whose words spell Insight and enlightenment I have love that grows more alive every day Whispering notes of songs Lingering on my mind Replaying words and verses Lyrics both warm and wise Wistful like a soft tune Laughing lights break Through the skies in amber And tangerine dreams Friendly like a wink And kind as wishes for peace Words penetrate the days With psalms and praise Prayers drift through the Heavens, grateful and gracious Like a dewdrop or rainy thought Leaving affectionate blessings Across the senses, tingling I crave the art of words who Play with one another Like children seeking a playmate And I continue to play With the nouns and verbs The story is told in breaths Of silence that comes when the tale Is most masterfully written Across the senses, like scriptures Visiting the naked impression A sigh on the intellect Revealing a mind who knows The art of words in poetry and prose Never stop playing with words They reveal the touch of hope In every new dawn A light that sings a song On the edge of the sun Lemony yellow solos Reaching across the yearnings Of a life who keeps trying Sing love through the lines Who fall from the words What Makes You Sigh Chantelle Anne Cooke July 11, 2021