I write between the shades of blue
which eddy like wisps of cloud
between trees on these mountain tops
only my words become me and you
for they are what I have here at hand
I tap for hollow spaces in my walls
places for phrases to lock away
yet another possibility for me
only my words become me and you
for they are what I have here at hand
I write my life out on the page
the one I want the one I see
the one I allow to become me
only my words become me and you
for they are what I have here at hand
I say all these things to hide
within the honesty of my day
knowing only I trust what I say
only my words become me and you
for they are what I have here at hand
I dance my world of shadows
slipping between the dark folds
like a bird between tangled trees
only my words become me and you
for they are what I have here at hand
(January 2013)
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