I want my words to be poetry
spewing
flowing
sparkling
shimmering...
words.
yes...
I suppose it's only words but...
it's not.
it's something else too.
Something I can't just put my finger on
or tell you,
or show you,
They live.
They live in you and they live in me and they live in those who aren't even living.
I want you to see that.
When you read my words I want you to forget they're words .
I want you to see them fly off the page like little black birds
soaring in the sky,
Free from the paper bonds that stapled their delicate wings to the pages
once before.
