So many beautiful words
thrown at me each day
I want to catch them mid flight
mix them up
help them catch the light
But however high I reach
they hover
just above my reach
So many beautiful words
thrown at me each day
I long to touch them
feel them
breath them
write them
But they remain
just a little bit out of sight
too high
And a little bit
a little always
just that much
too high