Words that fall from my mind
unto this paper to find
their way into the world.
Where they come from
I do not know.
Not mine to keep.
A dream that has
learned to speak.
My typing fingers it
uses to be heard
by your heart.
@EvB
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry, Spirit on April 10, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Words that fall from my mind
unto this paper to find
their way into the world.
Where they come from
I do not know.
Not mine to keep.
A dream that has
learned to speak.
My typing fingers it
uses to be heard
by your heart.
@EvB