Scripted words become my friends,
tickling the walls of heart until I write.

They are friends when I can’t sleep
and need to share their company with verse.

Friends when people betray
and scars form for poetic words to speak.    

They’re friends carrying gifts when the sun shines
or below full moon.

Friends when a lover ceases to be
and heart cries at night for balladry to echo.

They’re friends for outlet when sadness comes
opening my heart to feel and heal.

Scripted words are friends
that come in breath of poets mind  
becoming alive to dance in a readers eye.

StarBG © 2017