Saturday, February 1, 2014

You wonder where words


You wonder where words go
on stones so old

when nothing
but gray

remains

to spell them home

:

whispered
blown

scattered
sown

nurtured
grown

:

and arise such voices
in choir the souls

their fate untold
that brings us

here

:

gathered
known

blessed
flown

.


2 comments:

Jan said...

I really enjoyed this, William. Even when the words have faded, their imprint remains as do the emotions absorbed deep within~

William Michaelian said...

We seem made of them, Jan, as much as all the other elements. Thank you....