Words, Song Of
Created by this ink
These words sink
Unto a page
Forever Woven
I’m the creator of these words
Father of these letters
My soul, Fiery, ignites
Life born into shapes
Lord of Words
I’m the weaver of this ink
Woven into a quilt
These words tell a story
With the breath of life
I read these words aloud
They are not words, alone
But another life unfolding
Beyond your wildest dreams
Words let you escape
Into a world unforeseen
Either cold or full of life
A beautiful life
Set for a strife
Or a deadly soul
Setting no goal
Blessed blood
A black heart
The running ink
Like blood in veins
A pen is a sword
Destroying a life
Or sacrificing one
From only ink
Separated by pages
Chosen by readers
A book only given life
Over only openings
Secluded on a dusty bookshelf
Or stacked a tower
Seen by many
Read by few
Words are a song
Singing a life
Into a book
Awakening a soul
Pleading to fly
Into the mind
Of a lover
Of life
Beautifully written
A life unspoken
Words are wrote
On a dreary night
Beckoning Elements
Fire, Water, Earth, Wind
Into its pages
Scenery unfolds
Forever and ever
A book brings many things
Into this world
Such as a Song of Words
Copyright © Dustin Bennefield | Year Posted 2006
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