Words

Words everywhere, words flow through me

And about me, sometimes in phrases,

Sometimes in sentences, sometimes

In whole treatises!

I consume words and I give gifts of words

With heartfelt wishes that are beyond any worth.

Oh Shakespeare you are so daunting and true

And oh Tagore you really understand the blues

And Wordsworth wordsmith that you are

Your boundless heart is where I find the universe!

Oh Carroll you are so weird, so funny

With eccentricities that I must learn to tolerate 

And Ov and Bibhuti and all the rest

You also laid your head on Christie's breast!

I realise as you did so many, so difficult to recount

As I write in isolation ignoring distracting sounds

That you loved all the world all of you

So boundless were your noble hearts

But more than that you loved yourself

As I must also learn....

I burn the midnight lamp,

As I brush my teeth I decide

What words must I give today

That someday somebody will recite.

I am as ordinary as you were,

I also have my dreams

For like Poe said, 

What if all we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream,

I vanquish doubts built on fears,

I give hope as I search my own,

I try to bring meaning to your reading

With my intention fighting alone....

I've suffered all you've suffered,

I've been vain and a bigot

And I've suffered rejection

Inviting dejection

But in your victory as I search

For meaning between your quilted lines

I find reason and decisions

And build deftly what I call mine!

Words I really love you!

Words of my very being,

Somebody's anchor,

Somebody's chicken soup,

My soul's tethering!

I can't give you up Oh word

Come what may -- love or despise

Because even though I live simply

You are to my life the spice!

Give me everything Oh words of my soul

As I invoke you each moment

Because you are all I have really

With love

And make me that better person....