Words Over Pages

The words flow over pages

Where his heart once lay.

He wrote words that once

Met something to somebody.

He wrote words that once

Touched a person’s heart.

But now all that touches the pages

Are words.

Meaningless words

That flow over pages.

The words mean nothing.

They come out of an empty soul.

They come out of an empty pen

Pushed by an empty hand

Which is controlled by an empty soul.

What ever happened to those words

That much meant so much

To the many people that would

Read those words on the page?

What happened to the gentle soul that

One wove beautiful words together

To tell a story near and dear to

Someone’s heart.

What ever happened to the meaning

Behind all the words that warmed

This person’s heart on a cold, rainy day?

The words over the pages lost their meaning

And their depth

And their warmth.

But, what happened to the man

Who would spin the tales

That would add some excitement

To a very boring day?

The words that flow over the pages

Are now dead and gone.

And so is the man

That spun them.

His soul has gone

Where the words have disappeared to.

Into oblivion.