ars poetica

Words 

Drip from my tongue

Flow from pen to paper

Travel from my mind to my fingertips

Form in my dreams

Fill my waking moments

Live within my soul

Words

Placed gently

Chosen carefully

Picked when ripe

Coming together

To paint pictures

Birth emotions from deep within me

Then gifted to those who hear them

Words

Given voice

Heard

Open the door

To feel

To create

To dream

To breathe