WORLD OF WRITING ii

With each given word

There’s a sound or meaning

With each given thought

There’s silence or seeing

 

So the word and the thought

Are separate

But when written,

They are one

 

Just like two lovers

That make sweet love

Under the bright moon

On a warm summer night

 

Forever together

Yet separate

Given the moment,

The very feeling and soul

 

Touched by the words

Touched by the lover

With nothing, no one around

Tied together by the written love