August 22, 2009

My hand is my voice so I can speak

It is my voice so I can breathe

It gives me words so that I can think

My pen hits the paper to give some sound

To the words on my tongue that never get around

My fingers dance across the page as if gaining ground

They drag me to a place I have never been

A place where all you have to do is listen

Where no other voices will shout or condescend

Here I am breathing in everything I know

And catching the scent of everywhere I'm going to go

For the time being I'm glad I can't see the whole show

The ink of my thoughts will never run dry

Until the beats of my heart give their last gentle sigh

My dreaming is endless like the beauty of the sky

*and only my God knows why*