Voyager
Words have a way
To etch fond say
In fun and play
Words in a surge
Can feed an urge
In thoughts that merge
Words paint and show
A certain glow
Of light that flows
Words touch and heal
Or else conceal
Meaning that spills
Words in good time
Can slot new rhymes
In truth that chimes
Words on a page
Can line and stage
Time beyond age
Words can cause hurt
In splash of dirt
In unkind flirt
Words in a string
Can hurl and fling
Troubles that spring
Words spread a balm
As soul knows calm
In voiceless psalm
Words work to fill
The air with thrills
In timely spills
Words cannot flow
Where stillness grows
A silent show
Words are but thoughts
That speak a lot
In ceaseless plots
Words take a break
When thoughts forsake
Mind games most fake
Words feed the prime
Of curls that rhyme
In lines that chime
Words become still
In drowning fill
Of weary will
Leon Enriquez
23 May 2015
Singapore
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