I write words I cannot pronounce,
Lyrics my soul holds,
And music from silent chords,
Interchange and bounce.
I write words not to break a cold,
Not to save the world, but myself.
To be heard by my heart,
And maybe god will hear me too.
I write words as most honest prayers,
From the layers of my unconscious surface.
Words from a blue place, or a winter haze,
Words sunshine laced...
Words to embrace him, who I miss,
Words to find a grace, and words to dismiss
The ugly interfaces of realities.
Words rain,
Words run in veins,
From a word to a word I race.