Words Of Comfort

Music to my ears

haunting melody,

guiding thoughts –

sweeping passages,

recesses of mind

hungering words

nestled in womb...

faith captured

then awoken,

presence silently

coming to surface

then departing,

fleeting contact

energy seized

in that moment,

 

passing doubts

traversed,

now reaching

fork on my

worded road...

miles of open

spaces to fill,

passing fields

of metaphors

and stanzas,

filling my cup

with visions

of fluidity,

 

facing nouns

and adjectives,

lying in wait

for thoughts

to take shape,

sometimes

chased by

doubts as

pen runs away,

 

but! Rapture of

versing, even

free-styling

wraps around me

like comforting arms.

 

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