I take words like a source of energy
spinning them into a beautiful telling novella
emotional roller coaster ride
power ball spin into the heavens
They have no beginning, they have no end
I gently lay them out on a vaporous
black velvet texture-less veil
the words pop like firecrackers
sparks fly intentions soar
and if they don’t I toss them into a golden cup
shake them up and throw them out again and again
They have no beginning, they have no end
I take my pen a relic transformed
into a thin strand of silver thread
weaving it in and out stinging words together
like an artist would create a master piece
from the heart beating pulse blood soaked
revealing reaching the depths of the soul
They have no beginning, they have no end
I carry my treasured
translucent fixations
ebb and flow emotions
my world of words
has no beginning
it has no end
© 2016 TrilbyYates
Trilby Yates 