The power of words
on the distraught
I am happy to dance
with the language
Being part of something
vast and unknown
Like a lost poet searching
For a poem yet to be written
Hope can hide in the silence
Abstract yet passionate

I swallowed the dust
of time out of mind
hidden within me
haunted by the light
Searching for hope
in the power of a friend
Shouting I miss you
but hearing nothing
But agony in the echoes

I’ve found that nothing
soft endures
the sweetest songs are over
far too quickly
If love will find it’s own way
In it’s own time
Maybe then the soft
will endure

I hear a knock on the door
As the Angels float in the corner
Answering a strange beauty
found in willful solitude
a secret conveyance of love
Starting my dance with
the imagery of hope
I struggle to find something
more beautiful than a
Woman