MiMe
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*