I will not say the words again
But instead allow my page to be wed with pen
To come together freely as lovers do
And give birth to written words
From deep within
In silence doth the soul now speak
In utterances too sacred to be heard
But life is given to the weak
Through power of reading written Word.
Occasionally a poem of sorts will spring forth with the same organic flow as my free writes, not over thought just jotted down. I hope you enjoyed it for what it is worth.