The life in words is the poem

yet created.  An unrefined treasure,

a stone of beauty desperate for cutting,

a tree to be pruned.

It’s a labor of decision until the pen strikes open

the curtain of memory and a visionary dream

bursts to the surface under curious hands.

Songs of souls live on the pages, gathered tight

in blue sky bouquets; release the

hounds the message is worth chasing.

The mystery of words finds comfort in

searching, finding their order and achieving the goal.

All stories resemble falling leaves, though

scattered they have a body.

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