Passing today on yesterday's path

My words:

~

My words mean little.

They are the dust particles

of past thoughts, of past ideas

written down in the moment;

mere snapshots in life's

spiral notebook

which weeks later 

may seem irrelevant, 

the mere ashes of an idea

still burning. 

~

My words:

~

My words are the fall out

of a night's carefree episode

on the thin ice of a laptop.

The meeting of a spirit to

fingers; a beyond from a before;

a flame from a spark;

an angel from a prayer;

a horizon from a darkness.

~

But really,

~

my words:

~

my words

mean very little

and will fade with time

as my thoughts lead elsewhere.

Reviews

[Brandy]

Words will always be . .
And while your thoughts may tumble through time and space, they'll always find a place - to hibernate.

You are so talented and creative.
I'm in complete awe right now.

[Relic]

Thanks so much for the nice comment, Brandy.