On Rhyme

There is this sudden drive me that grips me firm and bold hanging on and forcing out politely secrets my mind holds. At first it seemed a small explosion of thoughts and feelings unexplained but more I think of its erosion may come a loss within my brain. I sleep, I wake, I doze and drift as the written words begin to fade with song and rhyme once a gift relay my feelings on parade. Each breath I take replaces one before and the number is uncounted but the moments rise without keeping score and thinking persists rebounded. All words then find their way contemplating where next to roam to gain their voice and say of how the heart finds home. Sometimes the words are overwhelming slipping and tugging, directing my hand as words spring forth compelling to spread forth upon the shore like grains of sand. So there you are, a word or two or three or four my unyielding thoughts on rhyme, release the hounds of mental war then rest, unwind, all will again be fine.