The place where words come from

far long I have wandered,

when the sun was eager to call up the moon

and moon equally eager to leave its place.

only a few moments I lived

eternally wandering in the darkness,

searching for the place where words come from.

Have you ever shown gratitude for words that made you cry?

or for the ones that gave you joy?

You see,

words are fleeting objects.

In a few moments they will be gone.

and

the chasm they leave behind

will be too deep to cross.

Reviews

[Emily B]

There was a time when poems felt like flying. I miss those days when I had things to say and actually said them. I am so practical these days. I enjoyed your words.

[blackbelief]

Your words have always inspired me. I come back here from time to time to see if you've had new writing to share. These days it's rare but I treasure what I get to read. Please keep writing and inspiring, thank you!

[Emily B]

Words are rare. Maybe I said all the things. One day, maybe, we'll see