My Words

These are just words More plentiful than Birds and ants building Nests and anthills Crowd them with feelings Written to bathe Ceaselessly with Sunshine and rain fed Into flowering feelings To caress your lonely Mind my words Are who I am Meant to build Castles in sand I’ll Wash up grain by grain On some exotic beating Beach swim in my words Float on clouds called Nine ways to bind our minds Words equivalent to that first Rain drop on a hot day These are my words My protection Answers to questions We’re all too afraid to ask The reasons and the masks We all wear burdens and scars We all carry on our souls My words are a glimpse Into my soul the suns which Shine light revolving around A world few get to walk in My green feelings hand In hand with my words Don’t just exist They must be inspired To be my words To be me…