Words-The Heart of Imagination
Words float through the eternities,
flown on the wings of souls.
They're born within,
when the heart gives an offering,
rippling like blown rain when the mind takes control
and quiets the heart's emotions.
Words are the bridge between what separates,
and contains both truth and lies.
Words express what cannot be expressed,
when death haunts.
Gives voice to the musical notes of sadness,
that dwell within.
Words paint the skies with tenderness,
when spoken with love,
gives gratitude to the helping hand.
Words live forever,
they are the mirror of the spirit,
that walks alone in its surrounding flesh.
Words are a way for the soul to be heard,
released from its universe as a tool,
or a weapon that conquers minds and leads the senses,
to expectations or a fall.
Words matter.
10/19/14
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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