Words tumble. Catching one out.
Proving a point or
wounding a heart.
Dark storms brew within the thoughts.
Like a rising tide flowing out
quick to sooth or heavy with pain.
In the corner of the mind
where shadows whisper,
comparing and dissecting
ideas and dreams
preparing a path
for words going out.
Even at sleep, pathways consider,
configure, decide and create
the words for
tomorrow.
Roger Singer 