Words of Time

Never a tear may fall again but as words from the mind From the secluded place of lost moments of time They cannot be touched, caressed or comforted They hold fast to memories like guardians anointed Waiting to enter the soul’s eternal essence They linger waiting as a constant presence These words that seem to float through time Like tears of words become a rhyme Waiting for the words to be branded on eternity As part of the soul’s message living to antiquity The endless bounty of tears they will reap From revealing secrets they chose not to keep Words of time need a place to rest at peace As a caged bird will alight after its release