a flock of words

when words are hot
you cry a lot
when they are cold
a void gets old
they can’t be blamed
for all this pain
thoughts float alone
turn hearts to stones
they shake the boat
of well mused plots
as ravens’ flock
wane down their talk
where silence’s edged
souls find their cage
for all I knew
is yearn for you

some words are blind
like dreams of child
some – on alert
and scared of hurt
for someone’s hope
till joy is dropped
for someone’s  spleen
and spurs for wind
in vibes of love
desired grow
they burn in verse
absorb – caress
and wildly spread
where voices – dead
the words stay brave
turn hair to gray

some words – a quake
a thin awake
some – just to mind
a sandy shrine
who builds it hard
can’t hear own heart
goes round and round
makes water sounds
rhymes sky and dry
in lullaby
some words – the best
right from the chest
they bring the end
to Death my friend
all are well-lit
in every beat

January 22, 2019