Words, rippling forth,
from unknown edges
of the innermost,
mysterious mind.
Rushing onward, as
they grow in strength,
they whisper and
sigh, tantalisingly.
Murmuring, they seek
attention like
a lover’s demand,
gentle yet compelling.
And stronger still,
they take shape, take
a beautiful form
in this tangible world.
Words, holding her
there, a vessel, a scribe
for dreams unfurling
from heart’s desire.
That voice inside,
a fearsome caress
like a spring breeze,
turning to a tempest.
So she submits,
to her eerie wisdom
and the comforting calm
of a soul released.