Its 10:04 now with the trees rustling in the warm California night.

Words are seeking. Expression right now. Brothers and sisters of the word linked around the orb.

Continents devide us but daily and nightly we find.
We seek to speak our language to each we reach.

Vast  terrain devides
We strain make words speak our inner beauty or pain.
In our darkened abodes.
In our hours of angst ... broken hearts...words that bleed our needs.

Lonely word messenjah
Looking out to the stars
Where are you speak.

A gusty night as I watch dreams take flight and rise above rooftop here
Take heart.
Brothers in the word.
Sisters knit and weave your tales let them flow like nimble fingers shaping yarn.

I cant feel the Earth's spinning.
Talk to me .
We are unique. We seek to make magic in meter and verse.
Stars twinkle as never seen
A clear night sky revealed.
I am one with forever.
And my kin.
Let the words  
Carry you lightly and forever.
Word
Messenjah.