I send out words, mercurial messengers
Into the silence on paper wings
To tell you so many things.
I hear your words, leaves on the breeze,
Blowing to places new,
Memories of you.
I send out words, an army ‘gainst the world
To the field of battle; a page so white
Arrayed and ready to fight.
I see their words, a wall of derision,
Blank and faceless, unquestioning glares,
Accusing strangers’ stares.
I send out words, a ship to the stars,
To travel a world away
And say what I can’t say.
The words come back, a dream to far,
Echoes from across the dark
Too cold to hold a spark.
I send out words, a part of myself
To show you what I cannot be,
A lying portrait of me.
Words to a mirror
Words to a wall
Words for my own world
And words for us all.
- There's not an awful lot to say about this one; only that the stanza structure is something a little unusual for me, being far shorter than I'm usually happy with. However, I think it works, especially with the first 6 stanzas essentially functions as pairs, a call-and-answer of words spoken and returned.
As always, thanks for reading, and feel free to comment.