03 July 2012

dear beautiful one,

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 sleep
phrases creep into my thoughts
and I must either scribble them down with tired eyes
or let them float off with the stars.
So, if you come and find a small offering
and your heart does not connect 
leave this humble page with respect.
For with hope I left it 
laying quietly here
for the few who need to stumble
on it's honest form.