I need to confess
words do not come swiftly
or with much consistency
but when I connect with the written word
it spills out like poetry
singing and dancing upon my silent tongue.
Sometimes, in the deep throws of night,I awake and unable to return to sleepphrases creep into my thoughtsand I must either scribble them down with tired eyesor let them float off with the stars.So, if you come and find a small offeringand your heart does not connectleave this humble page with respect.For with hope I left itlaying quietly herefor the few who need to stumbleon it's honest form.