Paper and Words

Something came from faraway Words maybe, I wouldn’t know If words… I never knew what to say If only I knew enough to behold… So far did my mind portray… Distances learnt to perhaps know what holds Often do ourselves we betray When accept we do not… what unfolds Like a whisper… not for my ears Subtle yet nerving… nights with never days Moments lived… learning what dears Whether lived… if words be enough to say Time is always my concern A present from a past… a present for the future Yet… however much learned An ink-filled pen always faces an unwritten paper Have something came from faraway? Would I have known… of words maybe If words… I have poetry to say Enough for perhaps what moments cannot be