Wordless Again

Here I am wordless again with pages left unwritten still void of the stories end straining for a sound no ear can listen It's not that I have no choice for every chapter has a dawn an optimist, I find my voice yet my tongue gets lost in the writers wrong A line out of place a paragraph unfitting when the substance of words still come up missing Tide of life you rise like a mighty sea crashing your waves in a rhythm nearly crushing me but for my pen, a stories musician Rewriting the lyrics time and again yet the melody is constant as stars which have fallen yet the sky is not condemned For heaven still is heaven and Saturn is not gone though it loses it's ring be it peculiar without question becomes a storehouse if only remembered things Lose what we lose and give what we may give we are still the same. The picture changes over time, yet our melody is etched in the frame. And yet the words stay locked behind the door of patience ordered by time A story held a wordless wonder I hold only my key sung in rhyme Let me not be reckless of my words and my worlds for the sake of a stories end that ought be not just a song but a symphonic pearl a heaven that can never be lost