
Watching my words
very carefully, shaping them with perfect intent -
Hoping what's meant will be what is heard...
Watching my words
crawl across the page, flicker into life -
a tremulous existence at best;
yet somehow undying, almost immortal.
Watching my words
fly like a creature of the night,
moving through the air, to ward your heart -
flying sometimes straight, sometimes true..
Sometimes not.