WORDED ALIVE

I write like a maniac, Words 

I see them on the page growing 
Emerging from the depths of blanks 
The word pictures overflowing. 

I scrawl the curves in inky black 

Oh! How they vanish from sight 
and turn into the luscious moon 
lying satiated, on a starry night. 

I print my dreams that turn to clouds 
drifting lazily in wayward flight
Feet heavy with hopes and memories 
that rain on my life with delight. 

On pages soaked with longing aches 
in words that blur and skew
I write of sunshine and warm summer days 
and mornings touched with dew 

Ceaselessly from the parched white, tumbling 
Painted in countless vibrant hues 
Images, like life itself has come to visit 
my notebook, and its myriad views….

MS