Make words not war

must make haste, no time to waste
muscles twitching, nerves unhitching
reticent maimed,
force a move
vacate this place despite my mood

ah, such is this present plight of hit and shove
force a move to earn this stale bread
but i'll be back one way and day and then,
i'll show you too,
the way i spend
my favorite time to brood
on words of that,

transport me to places secret this,
where no man goes 'cept those
with willing hearts
catch and divine them,
weave them,
into living fabric,
like gossamer silk

woven words, wisps,
threads of thin air,
soul's essence,
to lay on your head,
an' play them time and again,

to lay on your heart
hold, release, fall with them, jump right into their secret place,

meet me on dream avenue where all roads lead to love, life, and spun dreams,
pensive joy,
soul rest,
soar there,
love, life, and dreams

vacate a wordless place,
force a move,
fill your heart with the words you weave,
share them,
transport to that secret place,
satisfy your thirst