Words, the Heart of Imagination
Imagined words, I will retrace
they're whispered, clear, from somewhere back in time...
These words I hear, can't be erased
I will reclaim, within my mind
I'll climb aboard this train of thought
and will recall, what's been forgot
and feel a gentle nudge, or two
to tread through words I've never found
I look anew, and they are there
in everything, the season shares
As if they were a thing to fondle
that days and years have made complete
Words fall like rain, from hidden shelves
And rise where deeper places dwell
and from deep within the vase of self
I write of stories old, and viewed,
now retrieved as something new
When thoughts were raindrops falling at my feet
I’ll splash around, and watch them ripple new
Tonight I bare my folly to the moon
O’ moon, you saw the ways the devil woos
How roses swoon to songs so out of tune
But something shapes them into naked truths
A bloom that seeks the sun will feel the glow
And gentle touch feels whispers from the breeze
Instead of sonnets sung with little breath
Each poem has had his chance, to leave my pen with ease
I trace the choices made…each withered piece
Old words now steal my breath, against my will
Made captive by a heart who seeks the thrill
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